#but I do wanna answer some of the asks I’ve gotten today <3

[mochiwrites]

got a long day at work tmrw… prepare for secret husbands stuff

[xoxominghxe]

“Emo Core” X.M

Emo!Xu Minghao x Preppy!Reader 🤍

[Synopsis] : Minghao is known as the popular emo kid around the school but all it takes is one girl for him to fold

[CW] : Minghao is lowkey a hoe, reader is horny, mentions of sex toys (reader buys them from Spencers), innuendos, foul language, fluff as hell, Minghao is whipped for the reader

[WC] : 3k

[A/N] : This was supposed to be smut but I’ll just make a separate oneshots for that but enjoy this cute little story, lmk who you wanna see and alway feel free to request members <3

There’s a myriad of questions you’re asking yourself right now. One of them being “why am I at the back of Spencers on a Tuesday night at 7pm?” But, you were too well aware of the answer to that one. You had come to Spencers looking for a butt plug, simply wanting to test out the waters of a new sensation. Why? Because you’re bored and have nothing better to do.

Why yes, of course you’re such a cute and preppy girl, wearing bows and skirts of lighter colors, but you weren’t boring. You knew the ways around sex, though you were a fresh non-virgin. Your past boyfriend taking your virginity, albeit disappointing, you still knew the way around your body, so why not try something new.

As you looked through the array of kinky toys and products, passing up rainbow dildos, bullet vibrators, and lingerie, you finally reach the section for butt plugs.

You look through the selections and find a light pink set with hearts. Opting to stick to your lolita core values, you pick up the set and decided it would be nice to try. Before you leave the aisle you pick up some lube and make your way to the front. That idea is soon interrupted by you colliding with a tall figure as you turn around, your face slamming into their chest.

You look up to apologize and your face turns from an apologetic frown to a wide eyed state of horror. The person you bumped into was Xu Minghao, the popular alt kid who went to your school, a grade above you. He was knows as The8 at the school, because every girl who’d supposedly gotten in his sheets said he was packing an 8 incher. You never really cared about it because you didn’t talk to him, but damn was he fine now that you’re seeing him up close.

He was about 5’10 with a lean figure, broad shoulders and long arms and hands. He wore an AC/DC shirt with layered jeweled belts, bracelets, and necklaces with black torn skinny jeans and platform chunky boots. He had a mullet that was black at the top with a platinum blonde peekaboo and dark guyliner around the perimeter of his eyes. You stood frozen in shock for a couple seconds, praying he didn’t know who you were before apologizing.

“So sorry, sir! I didn’t see you there!” You squeak, trying to get this awkward interaction over with. He looks you up and down and quirks his eyebrow before muttering a small “Do I know you from somewhere?” Your eyes widen in horror as you’re quick to say no in hopes he won’t realize your lying. “Hm? No, I don’t think I’ve seen you from anywhere!” You’re quick to exclaim, realizing you sound so embarrassing. You feel like crumbling into dust under his piercing gaze as he shrugs his shoulders and moves to the side.

You start walking and quickly realize the register is empty, fear flashes through you as you realize… he’s the fucking cashier. “Did you find what you’re looking for today, miss?” He asks while walking with you to the register. You couldn’t be more embarrassed as you hold your items close to your chest, keeping your eyes on the floor. “Uh, yea I found everything perfectly fine..” you mumble as you both get up to the register. He steps behind the desk and holds his hand out for you to place the items. You quickly place the items in his hands looking away as this is extremely uncomfortable. He takes a look at the items and confusion passes through his eyes as he rings them up and placed them in the bag.

“Cash or card?” He asks, tapping buttons on the register. You look back towards him and he takes another look at your face. You notice him looking a bit too hard and you panic. “By any chance is your name Y/N?” He inquires. Your heart drops to your ass, not only does he know your face, he knows your name. The worst possible scenario is playing your right before your eyes. Taking your silence as an answer he lets out a chuckle, placing his elbow on the table and covering his eyes laughing.

You sigh and look towards him, “Wow didn’t know this was a comedy show, a girl cant buy butt plugs?” You state as you roll your eyes and pull out a fifty dollar bill. He looks up at you still slightly chuckling. “My bad cuz just didn’t know Princess Peach could even catch herself buying a sex toy, let alone a butt plug” he teases, examining the package of the plug itself before taking your money and putting it in the register.

“Princess Peach is real funny coming from you, Bowser.” You tease back.

“Damn, you got me good on that one,” he begins, starting to count your change, “just didn’t expect you to be buying something like this when you look as pure as snow.”

“And that means a girl can’t have fun? Isn’t it prime time for that typa stuff?” You question.

“I mean yea but like…you look like your favorite song is by Lana Del Ray, not exactly butt plug buyer vibes.” He quips, handing you your change and your bag. “My favorite song is actually Everywhere I Go by Hollywood Undead, thank you very much.” You retort, grabbing your bags, walking to the exit of the store hearing his laughs as you take your leave. You make your way out of the mall, kinda enjoying the encounter with the boy. Of course it was embarrassing, but at least you now knew Minghao wasn’t some asshole who would curse you out.

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It’s been two weeks since you saw Minghao, and you cant lie and say he wasn’t on your mind. Though you had a lighter color pallet, you also cant lie and say the dark alt aesthetic didn’t do him justice . His tall stature and lanky body fit the black clothes and dark makeup he wore perfectly.

You had seen him around school campus very few times after your encounter, neither of you ever talking to the other. You had successfully used the butt plugs and you cant say they were your favorite. The foreign feeling didn’t aid you much pleasure, so you thought to go back to Spencers for something else to try, maybe new lingerie or a dildo.

Walking back into the Spencers you hadn’t spotted Minghao, so you just thought it wasn’t on his shift. You headed to the back and upon reaching it you saw all of the different selections of pleasure toys from last time. You looked at the lingerie seeing an array of options. For someone who dresses in pink clothing, you often opt for darker lingerie choices that leave nothing to the imagination. Seeing a black strap piece that shows all of your boobs and privates catches your eye and you instantly pick it up. Strolling around for dildos you find a hot pink glow in the dark dildo, and opt to get it as well because it’s your favorite color.

Finishing looking around you head up to the front and lo and behold, Xu Minghao is at the only register. You don’t know where the hell he came from, but you muster up the courage to get in the line again, making as little eye contact with him as possible praying another register can open up before you become first in line.

Unfortunately your prayers aren’t heard and you’re right in front of Minghao once again. “Hey Princess, nice seeing you here again” He smirks, reaching his hand out to scan your items. “Princess? Nickname basis now Bowser?” You smile and hand him your two items. He looks at the lingerie peice and looks back up at you, sporting a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “You sure you picked up the right lingerie, sweetheart? The pink maid cosplay is on the rack over there.” He points to a rack in the back. You chuckle and look back at him, “Nah I meant to grab that one, ‘s cute.”

He shakes his head and laughs, scanning the lingerie. He picks up the dildo and his eyes widen. He looks up at you again and you meet him with a smile. You find his bewilderment funny. “Damn Princess, never knew you could take all this” He smirked, checking out the box before looking up at you. “You know I could make you feel a lot better than this thing right?” He said, scanning the dildo.

“That what you tell to all your hookups you find in here, The8?” You asked, pulling out your wallet. He laughs at his notorious school name, letting you see his smiley piercing hanging in his mouth. “I see you’ve heard about me, but don’t worry, I don’t even know half of those girls names.” He smiled. “Worry? Why would I worry about your sex life? Not like I’m trying to fuck you.” You quip, handling him your card to scan.

He pauses and looks up at you with a slight smirk on his face before scanning your card and handing you your bag and your card. Before he gives you your receipt he writes something on it. You take your receipt and walk out of the store, looking down at the bottom left corner where he wrote “text me, princess” followed by his number. He watched you as you eft, your hips swaying in your light brown skirt and your tits slightly bouncing in your deep cut cardigan.

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That night you had contemplated what you would text him, opting for a simple:

Y/N: Hey it’s Y/N from Spencers

Minghao: Hey princess :)

Y/N : Your serious about this princess agenda huh?

MInghao: You couldn’t tell?

Y/N: I mean no, you call me a princess but I’m not seeing a lot of princess treatment 😕

Minghao: Do you want the princess treatment?

Y/N: it’s better than you not talking to me after I bought a dildo in front of you 💀

Minghao: you got it princess ;)

Y/N: What is that supposed to mean?

Minghao: don’t worry about it princess

Y/N: Minghao omg what does that mean 😪

Minghao: Awe she’s finally calling me by my name :)

Y/N: of course dummy is that not your name

Minghao: I mean it is but you could call me yours 😚

Y/N: stawp I’ll blush 🤭

Minghao: lemme see :(

Y/N: bet

*calling Minghao…*

*call accepted*

You didn’t expect him to actually pick up. You’re laying in bed in a pink silk tank top and spandex shorts with no bra on so you’re not exactly presentable. The line connects to a screen of Minghao with a game controller, his TV lighting up his bare face and lanky body. His black and blonde hair tied into a half up-half down style. He looks to his phone and waves at you while smiling.

“Hey princess” he says in a low voice, smiling at you. “Hi Minghao” you say, smiling back and waving before setting your phone up on your dresser and sitting up. “I don’t see you blushing, pretty.” He says, slightly disappointed in your lack of a red tint . “If you keep calling me names like that I just might” You smile. “What are you playing, pretty boy?” You ask, holding your head up using your chin as you watch him play his game. He smiles and looks at you, “Playing as your man.” He says, winking at you.

“Okay smooth operator I see you, doesn’t mean you’re getting in these panties anytime soon.” You say, side eyeing him knowing damn well that’s a lie. “Whatever you say, cutie. Just know by the end of this month I’ll be taking you on a date” He chuckles, switching off his game and grabbing his phone. “You have my full attention, sweetheart, how was your day?” He asks you, smiling at your red face.

“Damn, you making me feel special~” you say, kicking your feet. You start to ramble about your day, talkin a bout how you found a book to read and a new pen set that came in pink, backtracking and retelling all the moments of your day. The whole time you failed to notice how Minghao never took his eyes off of you, listening attentively to any and everything you said as if it was the Holy Bible.

“Oh sorry am I talking too much?” You ask, realizing you’ve been rambling for the past 15 minutes. Minghao looks at you, smiling scarcely before shaking his head no and asking you to continue. “No I’ve said too much about myself, how about you tell me about your day!” You retort. “I guess I could tell you…” he begins, “So today was just a normal day, so I just get through school and then I head to my shift. At work there’s a couple customers, a slow day today to be honest. But then this girl walks in, and she’s so beautiful. I saw her once but I couldn’t really take in how she looked because she was gone so fast. She had on the cutest brown skirt on and a deep v-neck sweater.” He explains, looking at you.

Your checks start to go red as he continues. “I don’t think she saw me at first, but once she came up to the counter she had this cute embarrassed look in her face, trying not to look at me. She ended up buying some lingerie and a dildo…. caught be by surprise a little bit..” He recalled, unknowingly smiling.

“She sounds sexy.” You joke, flipping your hair. “She was. If she gave me a chance I would show her the best time. Cant wait to make her mine.” He murmurs as he plays along with you. Your face turns red at his remark, mind going completely blank. You catch him laugh at your flushed face and hang up the call.

*call ended*

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Minghao: What’s wrong princess ;)

Y/N: I’ll mentally princess this in the morning, goodnight Minghao 😭

Minghao: Goodnight princess ❤️

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For the next few days at school Minghao has growing to acknowledge you at school, waving and saying hi to you when you usually pass him instead of quick waves. You both still text over the phone and the tension is basically palpable.

After two weeks it went from waves and quicks greetings to him walking you to class and holding your bags, with full blown conversations. Sometimes after school you would head to the mall with him while he worked his shift and you shopped around in the mall, having him drop you off back house afterwards. He would slightly tease you by grazing your thighs when your wearing a skirt or touching your hand while you walk to class.

He started giving you his jackets, albeit they were larger on you compared to him, they smelled like him and they were soft. Rumors started that the two of you were dating, some thought he just wanted to get a quick fuck out of you. He had grown to be a close friend within the span of 3 weeks and you still found yourself folding for him. Sometimes he would call you shirtless, toned torso on display as you tried desperately not to stare at the camera for too long.

One day after school he offered to drive you to the mall with him, and of course you accepted. Later on into the drive you realize that the road he was taking didn’t lead to the mall. “Minghao you missed your turn there.” You inform him. “I know. Change of plans, we’re not going to the mall.” He smiles, placing his hand on your thigh. “Okay, then where are you taking us? You won’t kill me right?” You ask skeptically.

“No princess, I won’t kill you.” He chuckles, squeezing the soft flesh of your leg for reassurance.

After 15 minutes he pulls up to a deserted park, not a soul in sight besides the both of you. You ask him questions but he just leads you out of the car, reassuring you that you’re okay . He covers your eyes as you walk and you can’t say you were all for it, threatening to scream if he tried to kill you.

After 5 minutes you both stop walking and he uncovers your eyes. The sight before you is beautiful. He hung up lights and set the picnic table with all different foods you mentioned you liked. On the table was also a basket of Hello Kitty and Pink items. Minghao pulled you to the table so you both could eat together.

Soon after Minghao pulled out his laptop from his bag and told you to watch a show with him. Instead of your generic show playing like Euphoria or an anime, it was a video he had tittled “ 15 things I love about you” with pictures and videos of the two of you he had taken throughout the few weeks he had known you.

You nearly cried as the list went on, so appreciative of the sweet gesture and ready to kiss the boy beside you at any moment. After the video ended he pulled out a letter from his back pocket and grabbed your hand.

“Dear Y/N” he began, “You’ve been plaguing my mind for the past 4 weeks, your smile, your scent, your eyes, your everything. I’ve never felt like this before until I saw you. I know it’s corny as hell and this isn’t usually expected of me but I wanted to ask if you’ll let me be your boyfriend. I promise to care for you as much as possible and never make you cry. Your so precious to me and I want to have the permission to call you mine.” He read, putting down the letter and looking you in the eyes. “So?” He asks, waiting for an answer.

You look up at him, raising form your seat to reach across the table and kiss him softly. “Hi, boyfriend” you answer, smiling. He smiles back at you before taking your face and kissing you deeper. He comes across the table to you and lifts you up, holding your body and peppering kisses all over your face. Who knew the emo kid who works at Spencers was such a romantic?

[aliasrocket]

Oo wow! First time I've put in an ask in for ya! (I hope you don't mind answering my silly little thoughts)

But how do you think Rocket would react to the reader pole dancing whether it is stripper based or professionally done? (I just think pole dancing is super neat and very hard to do and that it gets looked down upon so often so I'm just wondering<3)

(I'm totally asking for my OC Moon cause she's a pole dancer 👉👈)

You don't gotta answer if ya don't wanna! love ya!ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ<33

I’ve always been a fan of sports like those, oml, I wanted to take this for a long time but my mom made me invest in figure skating when I was younger. I’m not even sure if pole dancing is a sport but it takes a hell of a lot of exercise to get it down right so I’m saying it is.

I know I’ve talked about reader being a bartender at knowhere in rocket x reader fics but I’ve always thought a pole stripper reader wld also work so well with Rocket mainly because. Well. Rocket’s a horny fuck. (At least in the comics, and in my heart, he is.)

I know the typical headcanon would probably be him making the dirtiest comments about you when he watches you practice but I imagine it going very differently especially if you guys have been in a relationship for quite some time.

Rocket’s eyes were very used to tracing things like wires, plugs, batteries, bolts. Very shiny things in general. Though he wasn’t quite sure he’d ever get used to glistening skin sliding against a silver pole, legs tangling and swinging in a sort of orbit as every curve and edge of you was stretched and carved into a moving piece of art before his eyes.

“Rocket, what are you doing here?” You chirped, hair reaching for the floor as your head hung completely upside down, the rest of your body outstretched at an askew angle with the pole snug between your thighs. “Thought you were still on commission.”

“Yeah, it ended a day early,” he replied, eyes lining your ass when you slowly lowered your leg, causing the arc to compress.

Rocket had definitely gotten you off that pole only to give you the best goddamn fuck in your life. And he’d done it multiple times over the span of your relationship, no surprise there when you looked so damn sexy in those clothes that had his imagination lazy from how much he didn’t have to imagine.

But today, it wasn’t about that.

Rocket settled himself into a chair by the side after asking if you wanted a water break, to which you replied that you’ve already had one. He smiled, and he didn’t know why he lowered his face when he did it.

But he found out why the moment you caught him.

“What?” You smiled right back, as if you hadn’t just caught Rocket red handed.

“Nothing, nothing.” Damn, he was still doing it, and all he could do was show you his palms as he raised his hands in defense.

You got off the pole, dusting yourself off as you took the smallest steps towards him.

“C’mon, I can’t focus with you smiling like that.”

“You don’t like me smiling?”

“I wanna know what you’re thinking Rocket.”

You locked your hands on your hips, ending up in front of him as he looked up with you with a cocked brow.

Rocket exhaled, and then, his gaze softened when he observed the way you looked at him. It was the same way he loved to look at you, spinning around, doing all those stunts with such grace and precision.

Now slumped against the back rest of the chair, he completely surrendered himself to you the moment his jaw parted.

“It’s so easy to admire you sometimes, you know?” Rocket confessed. He couldn’t bear to look at you, so his eyes dug a hole in the floor instead. “I know I get ahead of myself sometimes but fuck, you look so dedicated in what you do. Seeing you work hard for this … you’re fucking capable of anything you wanna do, princess.”

A blur reached below him and lifted his chin, and it was almost like looking directly at a shooting star. He couldn’t bear to look but now his eyes widened like he needed more of it to keep under his eyelids so he could keep seeing it when he closed his eyes.

He always knew how pretty you were, but with the way you grinned with your cheeks rising to your eyes he always regretted not letting you know sooner.

“I love you, Rocket.”

“I love you too,” he muttered your name, and just like his eyes, he sprinkled little stars all over it.

like you wouldn’t believe.

[herotome]

Hi there! I’ve been following for a fair while (I was interested in the premise) and have been meaning to play the game for a while as well, but only started the last day of 2023! One heck of a way to start a year though!

I was wondering, how would the ROs feel about/interact with an MC who is touch averse? If MC can’t stand for people to touch them without getting a little sick feeling? How would that affect their relationship? Would that be a thing that would determine if they would or would not enter a romantic relationship with MC?

And maybe as a lil tiny bonus if you’re feeling up to it, how would the ROs feel if MC one day tried linking pinkies with them? If MC told them that their specific touch isn’t that bad and they wanna try slowly building up physical affection?

Sorry, this is kind of a long ask >.< I myself am iffy on touch at best and I know it’s commonly seen as a “necessity” in relationships of all kinds. Herotome is a VN that kinda breaks down modern relationships and I was curious so I wanted to ask, but alao totally understand if you don’t want or are unsure of how to answer this. Have a lovely whatever time it is in your time zone and I can’t wait to see how Herotome progresses!

Dude(gn) you're valid as hell thank you sending this over <3

I do wanna give a quick shoutout to @crescencestudio who - I know through my direct experience of editing for Alaris - is putting a huge array of touch-averse dialogue options in their VN. Do give them a follow if that interests you...!

I also want to express how flattered I am that Herotome kinda breaks down modern relationships - that's definitely been an unstated goal of mine.

Now let's see about your ask...

Warden: Fuck yeah he's down-- gosh what's gotten into me I'm cursing so much today but I'll make an effort not to censor myself <_< But yeah... honestly a touch averse MC would be right up his alley - assuming he is reassured that he has not done anything wrong/offensive with any accidental touches. To some extent, he enjoys the concept of self-restraint(...) and begins both his professional and romantic relationships rather carefully - so not having to worry about whether he's not touching someone too much or too little - and instead focusing on not touching them at all - should be quite refreshing for him tbh? He may want to touch sometimes, particularly after spending a LOT of time together... but being respectful and ensuring his beloved is comfortable is way more important to him.

Griffin: ..... well, Griffin would do her best LOL. They would have to set expectations and really communicate upfront (which you would always be doing with Griffin regardless of touch aversion, lets be real) - what is not on the table, what could be on the table in the future, what MC wants out of a relationship - and if MC is prepared to discuss these topics and - most importantly, if MC is 100% ready for a relationship - in all likelihood a touch averse MC will be able to make things work with Griffin. Just gotta be clear and communicate.

Mia: ngl she can get pretty needy, it might be rough with her...! She'll want to hug when she cries and she can get pretty insecure about herself, so I wouldddn't super recommend a touch averse MC getting into a romantic relationship with Mia... Communication can be rocky with her even when both sides try their best. But gosh she'd treat touch averse MC sooo well in the time they spend together, if MC would allow Mia to cook and pamper!!!

Dart: Eh.... Why not? He's willing to give it a shot, and if it doesn't work out then it doesn't work out. ....... I'm sorry this is all he's giving me ;;;;;

Jade: lmao she's touch averse on and off herself so she'd understand MC best out of everybody with very minimal communication no questions necessary. They'll be perfectly happy reading on opposite sides of the couch or something...

As for linking pinkies and slowly building up physical affection-

lol idek what to say bc that's so stinking adorable and swoonworthy

Warden, Griffin, Dart, and Jade would make sure MC is not pushing themself over their comfort zone just for their sake - they went into a relationship knowing not to expect touch (I assume?!)

Mia would be too busy having the happiest day of her life straight up vibrating and also having a heart attac like

[loveandmurders]

Hi I love your daughter angst story so much. Could you make a angst to comfort daughter story where the Sinclair brothers finally give in and let their teen daughter kill tourists with them but a tourist seriously injured their kid and they’re scared she’s going to die, but she wakes up after a day or two and they have a loving family moment? Thank you! (Ik this one is dark and depressing but I love reading stories that make me cry)

Hello love, thank you so much for this request! I'm always happy to write some angst for you all :)

Hope you'll enjoy this <3

I WANT TO KILL TOO

Warnings: no proof reading, angst/comfort, murders, reader is a killer, violence, fight, blood, a lot of pain.

Lately, you had trained even harder than usual with Bo and Vincent to show them that you were ready to kill people. None of them really enjoyed those training because they didn’t want to hurt you and because they were worried of what you were going to ask them next. It was true you had gotten very good. You could be even quicker than Bo in your movement sometimes and you were almost as good as Vincent with your knives. Bo also taught you how to aim and shoot and you had practised quite a lot lately as well, on your own.

Lester was always a little bit uneasy when he was spotting you fighting with one of his brothers, especially now you had become good at it. At first, it was all fun and cute. You were often falling in your parents arms and giggling. But now, you were deadly serious about this all and your parents were always the ones to tell you it was enough for the day. You would have been able to keep going forever otherwise.

The twins couldn’t deny that you almost kicked their asses this week. Almost. They were still a lot more experienced than you, and a lot stronger. But you learnt how to fight people bigger and stronger than you that way. You felt powerful and you felt ready. You wanted to help your parents with the family business, it was your duty as their heir and only daughter.

You helped dress the table as Bo was finishing to cook the food. You were in a good mood, softly humming to yourself. You had planned everything you were going to tell your parents and you were certain they were going to accept this time.

You finally all sat down at the kitchen table and started to eat in silence because everyone was a little bit tired today. The tourists had been very hard to kill the past few days.

“Wanna help ya” you started.

“With what?” Bo asked, even though he already knew the answer.

“With the tourists! I’ve trained well, haven't I? And I’m good at findin’ people when they’re hiddin'. I’m sure I could’ve been useful last night. And I was worried for ya…” you continued.

Your parents exchanged a look.

“Not sure ’s a good idea, baby” Lester started

“I’m a big girl now, I can do it” you replied with determination “And it’s unfair of y’all to keep me away from the family business! I’m a Sinclair, and I’m workin’ hard to be allowed on a hunt” you pouted.

The twins groaned at that. They could only agree with that kind of reasoning but they weren’t too sure about it still. Vincent was the one who wanted to allow you the most though, because he perfectly understood your will to kill and shed blood.

“The three of us’ll talk 'bout it, and we’ll tell ya tomorrow mornin'. Give us some time to think 'bout it” Bo finally said and you smiled and nodded. 

You let the subject go, like a good girl. It was the first time your parents talked that way, so you knew you had a chance to win this.

And you did.

At breakfast, the twins greeted you with a serious look on their expression. Lester wasn’t there. He was the one who voted against it. You were positively shivering in excitement when the twins told you they agreed to let you kill with them next time tourists would come by. But they needed you to obey some rules so they could be certain nothing bad would happen to you.

Rule 1: you had to obey whatever Bo and Vincent were going to tell you, even in the middle of a fight.

Rule 2: you needed to stay with Bo or Vincent pretty much all the time, so they could intervene if something bad was happening.

Rule 3: you were forbidden to play with the tourists. You killed them as quickly as possible and that was it.

You agreed with everything. You were so happy. You ate and rested well that day. The twins really hoped they didn’t make a mistake.

You were with Bo when the tourists arrived. You had been impatient all day, almost thinking no one would come today. And Lester almost didn’t show them the way to Ambrose. He really didn’t like that plan, but the family business needed to keep going and he knew you really wanted to be part of it. 

You were in the garage, chatting with your father when you heard voices. You stood up, so excited once again. You stretched to get ready for a fight. You could tell how tense Bo was, more than usual. He brought you closer before the newcomers could hear him, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Ya’re careful, baby, 'kay? It’s a not a game and if someone has to get hurt it’s me, not ya.” he whispered to you and you hugged him.

“Don’t worry, father. I’ll do good” you promised but it didn’t really reassure him. 

He felt like it was a mistake.

It had been a mistake.

You respected all the rules they gave you, but they didn’t think about one thing: that you would do anything to protect your family.

Anything.

Maybe the twins should have thought about starting with a small and defenceless group of tourists. Those ones were angry and ready to do anything to survive.

Anything.

You managed to kill one girl by slicing her throat open next to the garage. You turned around to look for Bo, hoping he saw you being so good at killing. But Bo was struggling with a man who seemed a lot stronger than him. And another one came from behind and violently hurt his head, making him collapse on the ground. You were so afraid. Not for yourself, but for your father. When the man grabbed the gun and aimed at Bo, you didn’t even think. You put yourself in front of Bo and you stabbed the man as he shot you. You both fell. 

You fell on top of the big man and you sliced his throat open to finish him off as you clung at your chest. You wanted to make sure he died before you did. You had never been in so much pain in your life before, it felt like a fire was consuming your chest. You were pretty certain you were going to die, especially when you noticed how quickly you were losing blood. At least, you would die doing what you had wanted the most, you thought, before losing consciousness. 

The other man panicked and ran away from the garage. He didn’t want to kill a teen, and he thought you were dead so he forgot about Bo. He ran away. Vincent found him on his path and finished him off too, without a care in the world.

Bo woke up after a few instants. But you didn’t. Blood was all over your clothes, spreading even more with the time passing by. You had cough that red liquid too, tainting your lips in a worrisome way. Your heart beat was so slow when Bo grabbed you.

“No, no, no, don’t do this to me” he whispered to you as he carried you back home. 

He didn’t know if there were any tourists left, but he needed to take care of you before it was too late. He cut off your shirt and was terrified. The bullet was so close to your heart. He wasn’t sure how to remove it. Vincent. He needed Vincent’s hands. They were a lot more assured than his, especially for a job like this. Fuck, where was he?

Vincent arrived soon after. He had heard Bo running back home, so he was worried something happened. But he didn’t imagine it would have been that serious. The twins instantly went to work on you. Bo called Lester and asked him to check Ambrose to make sure there was no one else in town. It was rare for Lester to be directly involved in the murders but they had no other choice at the moment. Lester agreed without asking questions, he had heard in Bo’s voice anything he needed to know. He knew things went badly for you.

You were still alive when they finished removing the bullet and sewing the deep wound. You were still breathing when they washed you the best they could. Your heart was still beating when they brought you to your bed.

But they didn’t know for how long.

“It was a mistake. We shouldn’t’ve agreed with that plan” Bo was the first one to say it, because it happened under his watch.

The three men were in your bedroom, watching over you. They couldn’t think about anything else at the moment. They didn’t know what to do to help you. The situation was making them feel sick.

“What happened?” Lester asked

“Ain’t really know. A fucker hit my head and when I came back to reality, two tourists were dead and she'd been shot” he told his brothers

Vincent didn’t comment on the fact you had been able to kill more tourists than Bo. He knew it wasn’t the moment and that he shouldn’t be proud, especially when you were in between life and death. But he was certain that if you survived this, you would be the best killer of all of them.

One of them stayed always with you. They very often checked on the wound. They worried even more when you started to get a fever. If the wound was getting infected, they weren’t too sure what they could do. And they couldn't bring you to the hospital because of… everything. But Lester was eager to rot in prison or even to be sentenced to death by the justice if it meant saving you; the twins were still hoping your body would be strong enough. You had always been in good physical condition, and you were their little fighter. Lester convinced them though and they all agreed that on the third day, they would bring you to hospital. They would lose everything, but at least, there would be a chance to save you, and it was all that mattered.

They spend two awful days, filled with concerns, guilt and fear.

Until you opened your eyes.

Lester was holding your hand, softly stroking it. He was silently praying for you to wake up. This morning, your fever broke so the men had hoped you were doing better. You moved a little which instantly caught Lester’s attention and he came closer to you. You struggled to open your eyes, it felt like your lids were too heavy. At least, the darkness of the night didn’t upset you, like the sun would have. 

“Hey, darl” Lester whispered and you turned your head toward his voice.

Your eyes were still blurry so you moved one hand to rub them. You winced in pain, and suddenly you remembered what happened. You almost sat up, if Lester hadn’t prevented you from doing so. You looked up at him with wide open eyes now.

“Father’s ok?” you asked with fear and Lester shushed you and nodded.

“Let me get everyone” he added “Calm down” he softly ordered and you did so. 

You felt weak and covered in sweat. You couldn’t wait to get a shower. And to get a bunch of painkillers. And more than anything, to feel better so you could get back on killing people.

Bo and Vincent were cleaning up Ambrose when Lester screamed at them to come over, because you were awake. They ran to your bedroom and Bo was the first one to hug you. He was careful of your wound and quickly checked on you. Vincent hugged you as well and removed his mask to kiss your cheek. Bo and Lester’s eyes held relief and joy. Lester was glad you opened your eyes. Bo was so happy he didn’t fail you and that you were still alive. But you could read something different in Vincent’s eye. He was proud of you. He gently stroked your hair and you leaned into his touch.

They made you drink water and have a little bit of food, before asking you what happened. You told them and Vincent kissed the top of your head at the end of your little story.

“Told ya to not worry 'bout me” Bo told you, even if he was grateful you saved him, a thing he would never admit to anyone.

“I can’t do that” you shook your head as Lester smiled down at you. You had always been such a good daughter to them all. His smile flattered at your next words. “How long do ya think before I can get back on a hunt?” Vincent hid his smirk as Bo facepalmed.

“Ya almost died, wasn’t it enough for ya?” he asked you and Lester nodded at that.

“But I didn’t die. And I killed two tourists. I’m sure I can do better next time, right, dad?” you turned toward Vincent because you felt he was on your side and he nodded, to his brothers’ dismay.

You already did very well, daughter. He signed to you and your eyes lit up.

You had always known Vincent was the most dangerous of them all, and being praised by him meant a lot to you. You hugged him even more.

Because you refused to rest, the men agreed to help you go downstairs and watch a movie with the three of them. You picked a slasher horror film, obviously. Bo brought popcorn and you laid down on the couch, as it was the best position for your wound. As the killer was threatening his victims, you fell asleep like it was a lullaby to your ears. Vincent smiled down at your peaceful face. Lester put a blanket over you and kissed your forehead. Bo watched you with the feeling that maybe it hadn’t been such a mistake.

[cosmic-hoboandthehighlander]

20 questions for fic writers

Thanks for tagging me @daddygrandpaandthebeaver yesterday and thanks for the tag today from @babsvibes

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

46, about to be 47

2. What’s your total word count?

236,929

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Bob’s Burgers

I am slowly working on some WWDITS fic as well, but so far nothing has been posted.

I used to write for HP and my work can still be found on ao3.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos

Not counting my co-written fics (because I feel like that doesn’t count since I didn’t write all of it and one of them is a posted RP)

Take a Walk With Me

I Like That Sweater On You

Now I’ve Got It, Do I Want It?

That Over-Hyped Corporate Holiday

Gawky

Just for fun, since all my top fics are HP (I wrote for that fandom longer) I here’s my top Bob’s Burgers fics by kudos!

Wrong

Where You Belong

This Never Happened

Love, Your Sailor

Rainy Day

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to respond to every single one! I really really appreciate the support from the people who read my fics and a lot of them tend to be mutuals here on tumblr, so it’s nice to know that the people I interact with pretty much daily are enjoying what I put out.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Never Wanna Say Goodbye

For how much angst I love to write, I hate unhappy endings. This one is ambiguous, I’d say it’s the angstiest ending, even if it’s not the angstiest fic I’ve written. I think.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Never Too Old for a Bedtime Story

In a Lifetime

Probably. I don’t know, my opinion changes a lot. If you would have asked me months ago, I would have had a different answer. These two have endings that make me happy personally, so I choose these.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yes. Unfortunately this was common while I was part of the HP fandom and one of the reasons I stopped writing and updating several of my fics. I usually delete the worst ones before they even get posted because I have comment moderation on all of the HP fics left on ao3 now. The people in that fandom seem to be very particular about their fics. I don’t want to start discourse or create drama, but I will say that I realized that, especially after TikTok and the marauders fandom exploded, my fics had to meet some kind of invisible standard in order to be considered “good” (aka atyd standard) and it feels as if readers come to expect your work to read like a published for profit book you can buy at Barnes and Noble. Considering you’re not paying me to write fanfiction and I do it not as a career but as a hobby in my limited free time, I don’t think that’s a very fair expectation.

I have never once gotten a hate comment on a single one of my Bob’s Burgers fics though.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes! As an ace person who is generally sex-repulsed when it comes to their own body, this is mostly how I experience it. I know it’s not always everybody’s favorite thing, so I don’t write it into every fic, but my characters do tend to be very sexual (For personal reasons I don’t want to get into my past, though I do want to make it clear that I am not ace because of it, I don’t want anybody thinking trauma leads to asexuality) but I do enjoy both writing and reading a good smut scene.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Not typically. I can’t never figure out how to do it write. Sometimes I’ll write fic based in the universe of another fandom, but I wouldn’t consider that a crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, back in my HP days my best fandom friend and I co-wrote a series of Snupin fics based on songs from the Lumineers. Another one was an rp from discord that me and my rp partner at the time posted. Other than that, no I have not.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Tedmort

Obviously, since I am the (unofficial) tedmort CEO, what did you expect? 😉

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

The Lupin-Snape Family Shitshow (title not permanent)

There is no real title for this because I affectionally have been calling it that since I started writing back in 2021. I wanted as much written as possible before I began posting to ao3, so that’s 77k already written for this mamma jamma! This is a Snupin fic in which Snape and Lupin became best friends after the war, married other people, and ended up cheating on their partners and falling in love.

I doubt I’ll ever finish it, even though I am still very interested in it and really love what I’ve written so far. Unfortunately, I don’t know how well the fandom would accept it (due to the ships and themes of infidelity) and I do not write for the HP fandom any longer. I haven’t even opened this fic since March 2022.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I write dialogue fairly well. I come up with some good, interesting ideas even if they don’t get posted. Im good at one shots and the one scene sort of thing - I’m a decent short form writer.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I struggle with connecting the dots between scene a lot, which is why I write a lot of one shots and drabbles. Those are the scenes I wanted to write and if I connect them together, I could make an entire story but I struggle with writing the parts that go in between.

Which is also why I have a hard time finishing longer works because I’ll write the “good stuff” first and struggle with making it into a coherent story that makes sense.

Another weakness is my adhd brain losing interest after I’ve posted a few chapters of a fic and then suddenly never feeling motivated to continue again.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I use google translate because most of the languages I use, I don’t have fandom friends who speak it (to my knowledge?) which can be really tricky and can make things sound off to people who do speak that language.

I can only read, write, and speak in English, unfortunately, so on occasion I’ll write words or phrases into English sentences but not full dialogue.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Twilight, though I only posted one fic in 2009 to Fanfiction.net

Followed by Glee, which is when I actually started writing fanfiction for realsies. Up until that point, I had mostly written original fiction and never posted online.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

If you asked me before I joined the burger fandom…it would have been this one: That over-hyped Corporate Holiday And this awful crack fic that I still adore, years later for whatever reason: Dicked Down in Divination Feat. Severus Snape

But in all serious, this question was really hard. Maybe this isn’t the best work I’ve ever done and maybe I didn’t take ages to perfect it, but it makes me happy. It’s so sweet and I still adore the idea of mortuary student Mort and Navy sailor Teddy meeting in their twenties.

Love, Your Sailor

I’m not tagging anyone because most of the people I’d tag have already been tagged! But if you weren’t please do this I want to see all of your answers!!

[patheticlittlemen]

WORK WIFE

[Edward Nashton x Male Reader]

Chapter 5- Alive Again

Words: 1419

Warnings: None

A/N: Unintentionally scheduled this for the same day volume 3 of Riddler Year One comes out lol

You walk into work, tired but ready to get the day started. Once you make yourself comfortable at your desk, Edward drops off a coffee but doesn’t stay for the normal chat. Instead, he quickly explains that the office got a new account and he has a lot of work to do. You thank him for the coffee and get started on your own work.

After a few hours of sorting paperwork and greeting guests, you see someone walking up to you. Thinking it was Edward, you turn to see him but are surprised to see Olivia.

“Oh, hey Olivia.” It was comforting to see she still wanted to interact with you.

“Hey Y/N! Did you make it home safe Friday?” You pause at her question, deciding whether to tell the truth or not.

“Uh, yeah. Edward drove me,” You aren’t lying, just…omitting some details. “I assume you did too?”

“I did. Amaia’s girlfriend picked her up and I crashed with them.”

You nod and smile, wondering if Olivia came up to you just to ask that, but she answers your question before you can finish the thought.

“Do you wanna get lunch today? I forgot mine and figured it would be a good chance to get to know you. While we’re both sober, I mean” She smiles and her question seems so genuine, throwing you off a bit. All your life you had looked at people and wanted to be their friend, but you had never experienced someone else doing that to you. You’re always hesitant about when others ask you to hang out but see no ulterior motives or anything Olivia could want to gain from this.

“Yeah, there’s a new sandwich place called Screw Head I’ve been wanting to go to.” You offer.

“Oh, I’ve heard about that. Sounds good, I’ll stop by again in a bit.” Olivia smiles and heads back to her desk, leaving you feeling a bit surprised that she would want to hang out with you. Trying to ignore the paranoid thoughts running through your mind, you go back to doing some paperwork.

Before you know it, Olivia is driving you to lunch and talking about work. The whole drive there you’re very tense and have to try really hard to keep up with your reactions and responses, your brain working overtime trying to make sure you’re acting normal.

You follow Olivia inside when you get to the restaurant and sit down across from her. Olivia continues talking about work until she stops herself in the middle of a sentence.

“You know what, this is probably boring. What’s going on with you? How are you doing?”

“Oh, uh…I’m good.” You’re a bit caught off guard by her asking about you, you’ve gotten so used to just letting others talk. 

“You sure?” She raises her eyebrows and cocks her head to the side. You have to process what she said for a moment, trying to figure out how to answer.

“I’m making it through. Trying my best, y’know?” You try to dampen any sadness in your voice with a nervous laugh.

“Aren’t we all.” Olivia laughs and shakes her head. “Well, you’re doing great.”

You blush a little at Olivia’s unexpected kindness and before you can thank her, the waiter comes over and sets down menus. Olivia looks over it quietly as you try to think of something to say.

“How are you doing?” You ask and Olivia looks up, smiling.

“Hmm, I’m alright. Not bad, not good, just kind of here.” She says, shrugging. You nod understandingly. 

“What are you gonna get? I think the reuben sounds good.” Olivia says, and you settle into talking about the menu until the waiter comes and gets your orders.

“So. Edward…” Olivia says once the waiter leaves.

“What about him?” You ask, furrowing your brows.

“Is he your boyfriend yet?” She asks, smirking a bit.

“I- no, he isn’t.”

“Do you want him to be?” 

“Maybe? I don’t really know…” you shake your head, a bit frustrated.

“Fine, I’ll leave that alone. For now.” Olivia laughs. You roll your eyes and she goes on about something else, with the waiter eventually dropping your food off.

The lunch goes well, with you being able to keep up with Olivia’s rambling and her even asking you a few questions. She pays the bill without you even noticing, making you feel a bit bad but she insists that it’s not a problem. While she’s driving, she changes topics when you’ve made it about halfway to your work.

“Do you like Edward?” Olivia asks.

“I thought you said you were going to leave that alone.” You say, sighing.

“Come on, all my friends have partners so I can’t set them up with anyone. And I said I would leave it alone then, but it’s now and I’m not leaving it alone.”

“What makes you think he likes me back? Like if I were to ask him out, what makes you think he would say yes?” You ask.

“Babe, use your eyes. He looks at you like you’re the best thing to ever grace this world and when he’s not near you, he’s constantly glancing at you.” You flush a little bit at that and don’t respond. 

“Did Edward really drop you off Friday night?” She asks.

“...yes.” 

“At your own apartment?” You stay quiet and Olivia’s eyes go wide. “Did you…”

“No! No, all we’ve done is hold hands.” You say as she pulls into the parking lot and parks. Before she can say anything, you open the door and step outside. Unfortunately, Olivia is right on your heels.

“Hold hands?”

“It didn’t mean anything.” You insist.

“Do you want it to mean something?” 

“Well, I-” You try to argue but Olivia cuts you off.

“So you do like him.” She nudges you as you walk into the building with her.

“If I say yes, will you drop it?” You say, rolling your eyes and holding the door open.

“So when are you gonna see your work wife- sorry, I mean Edward…“ Right as Olivia says that and walks past you, Edward is strolling in right behind her. Your eyes go wide and you feel heat rushing to your cheeks as Edward raises an eyebrow and smirks but continues walking. You look back at Olivia who had waited for you and see her giggling.

“Not. Funny.” You say, playfully shoving her.

“Hey, I might have helped you out there. Anyways, I have work to do, unlike you.” Olivia jokes and you scoff. “Text me after you guys hook up tonight!”

You shake your head as Olivia walks away and make yourself comfortable at your desk, but you barely have a second to process what happened before Edward appears.

“Ah! Jesus, Edward, where did you even come from?” You say, startled.

“Work wife?” He says, ignoring your question.

“I…ugh, Olivia’s dumb…” You mutter and awkwardly laugh. Edward doesn’t respond and continues to stare, making you more nervous than you were.

“It just means-“ 

“I know what it means, Y/N. I’m just trying to get on your nerves.” Edward laughs and his intense gaze is replaced with humor.

“You are the worst. Don’t you have work to do?” You say, mildly annoyed.

“Actually, not really. I finished everything I had to do today, except for pestering you. Ah, I can check that off my list now.” He says. Edward seems different, a lot more confident. It’s still his smile and his voice, but not his words. Is he flirting?

“So we’re hooking up tonight, right? I mean that’s what Olivia said.” Edward smirks. Definitely flirting.

“Up to you, pretty boy.” You say, glancing down at your computer that just dinged to notify you of an email. When you look back at Edward it seems all his confidence has disappeared and he looks a bit scared. Also very red.

“Sorry, I just remembered I have you to do. Shit, no, I mean work. I have more work to do.” He stammers and doesn’t let you respond, just running off to his desk.

You’re a little worried you went too far but try and push the thought away, reminding yourself that he started it first and you were just matching his energy. The image of him scurrying away made you laugh a little, though. As much as you prefer direct communication, you’re enjoying what you have with Edward right now. Even if this is all it will be, you’re not complaining.

[havoc-bloom]

Pink in the Night - A Lankmann x Reader Ficlet

BECAUSE I SAID SO. AND ALSO I NEED SOMETHING TO FUNNEL BOTH MY LANKMANN AND MITSKI OBESSIONS INTO.

To my knowledge, this is the first Lankmann x Reader maybe ever. I’ve certainly not found any so far, so I would like to introduce you to ~ possibly (and I say this with a grain of salt) the first X Reader fic regarding the Pastra ARG ~

Also Lankmann may be a little OOC in this one but honestly his personality is so specific it’s hard not to write him even a little OOC. This is also VERY fluffy and even a little cheesy. TOOTH-ROTTING fluff my guys. May also be self-indulgent just a little bit but whatever. It’s cute, it’s fluffy, it took me 3 days due to a LOT of planning and re-working the plot but we are HERE.

Fic under the cut :]

Pink in the Night - A Lankmann/Reader Mini-Fic

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“It’s like a summer shower

With every drop of rain singing

‘I love you, I love you, I love you,

I love you, I love you, I love you,

I love you, I love you, I love you!’”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

As soon as you stepped outside, you could feel that it was summer. As usual it was hot, but more so due to humidity than anything. From your front porch you could see some dark clouds in the distance, floating over the sky like balloons. “Hopefully they won’t come this way” you thought to yourself, before stepping onto the sidewalk and making your way down the road.

You didn’t pay much attention to your surroundings as you walked. Just focused on your destination… and focused on a certain someone. Lankmann.

You had been close with him for a while now, and often hung out together. Most of the time you met in a secluded field, just off the road, and though there was a bit of foliage to get through, it was worth it. You had found it long before you met Lankmann; it was one of your go-to spots for anything nowadays, as not many people knew about it. Though rain was expected later in the day, it had been raining all week, and you were sick of being shut inside.

Carefully making your way through the little bit of forestry between the suburbs and the field, pushing aside leaves and foliage, it finally opened up to the clearing. A large birch tree stood alone near the middle of the meadow, like a centerpiece on a table. You doubt the field would be the same without it.

Under the tree you noticed a silhouette, sitting slouched in the shade of the leaves. You immediately recognized who it was.

“Lankmann!” You yelled out his name to get his attention, jogging over to the tree. He turned to look at you, eyes seemingly glowing from within the little bit of darkness the tree provided. Just from here, you could already see the grin on his face. Finally making it to the tree, you plopped down next to him.  “Quite nice today, isn’t it? Much better than what this past week has been.” He told you as you sat down. You smiled at him. “Yeah. Might rain later today, but for now at least it’s sunny.”

He leaned back against the tree and sighed. It was relaxing, sitting here with him. All worries seemed to float away, if only for a moment. Nothing else felt like it existed. Just you and him, here. Warm sun blanketed the green grass, light dappling ever so slightly between the leaves of your little tree, and barely a breeze flowing through the field. It was more serene than anything you could’ve imagined.

“So, what’s having a roommate like?” You asked him. He sat up, staring aimlessly at the horizon. “Well I have to pay rent, but other than that we’ve thankfully gotten along! I just pay Pastra every month and edit his videos, really.” You chuckled. “Where do you even get the money from?” He didn’t answer. He simply smiled. And so did you.

Suddenly, you felt something land on your nose. A water droplet. Usually you’d just excuse it as dew from the leaves, but looking up now, you noticed how close the clouds had gotten. Lankmann seemed to notice as well, as his ever-present grin grew wider as he gazed up at the darkening sky.

“Oh lord, I don’t wanna get my clothes wet… I might have to head home.” You looked over at Lankmann. He didn’t seem to care about getting wet. In fact, he stood up and walked out of the shade of the tree to feel the rain. He seemed to enjoy it. “C’mon, lighten up a little! It’s just some water. Nothing you can’t fix!” He reached a hand out to you, as you were still sitting on the ground. With a huff, you took it, and he helped you up out of the protection of the tree.

Rain continued to shower from the sky, hitting your face as you both watched it fall.Through your peripheral vision, you noticed Lankmann’s smile softened and his body relaxed, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders after much too long. You’d never seen him like this before. So serene, so calm, so weightless. He always carried an… aura around him. For most it’s what immediately makes him so off-putting and even frightening to some. But now? That aura faded. What was left was no monster. And that’s what you realized made you love him.

…Wait, did you just say that to yourself? That you loved him?

But you did love him.

And something told you he loved you too.

Subconsciously you reached for his hand and held it. He seemed to subconsciously hold it back. It was nearly a mutual agreement of sorts. A promise. You felt much more comfortable here with Lankmann than you did with most people, and that sort of trust doesn’t come through dumb luck. It was quiet, but it didn’t need words. The sound of the rain said enough.

Part of you knew you’d have to go back home eventually though. “So, why not end it with a bang?” You thought to yourself.

“Well, it’s been very nice here with you Lankmann, but I do think I need to go.” His head swiveled to face you. “...I wish I could’ve stayed longer.” With that, you placed a kiss on his cheek and turned away, starting off into the field.

He seemed stunned for a moment. His smile faltered just barely before growing wider than you’d ever imagined it could, followed by a few small giggles. You didn’t need more than that to know you were right. He did love you too.

~ End ~

[backhurtyy]

I have not watched any space battles in the past like 2 days but I will continue it tomorrow and I hope my billion asks of nonsense went through, esp the one about Anakin being space fantasy Jesus?? I only have 4 left. I also wanted to ask what I should watch after the movies, since Obi the show is happening rn I wanna watch that to know what’s going on but idk if I’ll be confused. Rogue one and madalorian are on my list cause they’re popular, if there’s anything else that’s good or important lmk I know people like clone wars so it’s on my list too, if you have an order preference or something to add or anything lmk. However today I did go to a pride bowling thing to meet and talk to other trans people and while I didn’t do that, I did talk to some older lesbians who were really nice and I SAW other trans people and esp older gay and trans people which is. A blessing honestly. Anytime I see an older gay or trans person i want to hug them and cry. It was a lot of fun, we all sucked at bowling but it was awesome 😌 - 🤍

hihihi sorry i did get your other asks, i’ve just been eaten by work so i haven’t gotten around to answering them but i will after this one!!! also thank you for asking me what you should watch next. here is Nellie’s Complete Guide to the Best Star Wars Experience (under the cut because i can’t be succinct about star wars to save my life)

obi wan kenobi: you don’t need any context other than the prequels (episodes 1-3) to watch this. it is everything. they did my sad little desert hermit right and i am kissing deborah chow on the mouth.

the clone wars (animated show): okay so i have to say. watching the clone wars early on is actually HUGELY important because a lot of characters who are introduced in it are brought into other shows like the mandalorian and the book of boba fett and stuff, and if you haven’t watched it it’s a little confusing cause you’re like. well who tf are you??? when in clone wars they had a nineteen episode arc introducing them and stuff. that being said it is a lot to watch (seven seasons, lots of episodes…). but it’s seriously so good!!! like you get to see the individual things that led to anakins fall, ahsoka who is one of the best characters ever made, lots of obi wan angst, commander cody and captain rex and all the other clones who are just so wonderful and loveable, and just some really good stories. if you wanted you could also just start with some of the more important arcs (clone wars is set up in two to four episode arcs that act as sort of chapters in the larger book of the show if that makes sense) which i could give you a separate guide to lmao. but yeah tldr i recommend watching clone wars early on so that the star wars universe gets pulled together a little more.

star wars rebels (animated show): i can not emphasize my love for rebels more. in my honest opinion it is one of the best piecss of star wars media out there, and it is CRIMINALLY underrated. like yeah okay the animation style is a little weird but. the characters and their relationships more than make up for it. it’s about found family. it’s about love and compassion and hope. it’s about kanan and hera being the most loveable couple in the entire galaxy. it’s about zeb and ezra and sabine being siblings. it’s about rebellion and standing up for your home and learning to help others even when no one has helped you. just. it’s so good. i could go on for days. four seasons, twenty ish episodes in each, eleven out of ten stars from me.

rogue one: the best star wars movie ever made. i haven’t watched it in a long time but. good lord. it broke my heart in two and also patched it back together and kissed my forehead. i need to rewatch it desperately. you could really watch this at any point, you just need the context of the original trilogy.

the mandalorian: MY BELOVED. this is the show that really pulled me all the way into star wars a while back, because it’s just SO. GOOD. like din and grogu are everything and the story telling is so good and each episode just has such life to it and it’s just. it’s incredible (also pedro pascal is very hot as the mandalorian but that’s a separate conversation). quality wise it’s at the top of my list, but again i recommend watching it after at least some of clone wars, because i watched it before and didn’t understand some of what was happening. i’m rewatching it now after having watched most of star wars, and it makes a lot more sense lol.

the book of boba fett: confession i’ve only actually watched the first episode because i was waiting to watch it with my dad and we both got too busy, but the first episode slapped and also temeura morrison and ming na when are incredible so i know the rest of it should be good. the natural flow after finishing season two of the mandalorian is to watch book of boba fett, and i know from spoilers and stuff that it’ll make more sense with the clone wars and stuff beforehand.

here’s this guide to help w chronological order, though it doesn’t include tbobf (just slap it in after the mandalorian):

also that pride bowling sounds so fun!!!! i’m so glad it was fun and that you got that opportunity 💖💖💖 older gays make the community go round

[marc-spectorr]

hiya callie!! this one is gonna be long, so prepare yourself >:]

thank you so much for all the music recs! i’m gonna listen to all of em after i send this ask, and i’m so excited to. :D my music taste is also very mixed, and it was hard for me to find fitting songs as well, but i’m sure yours fit wonderfully. i’ve been a glass animals fan for 5~ years now, n i couldn’t recommend their music enough. some good albums to start with are how to be a human being, my favorite, and dreamland! (that’s the one heat waves is from, all the songs have pretty similar vibes.)

sunnie!! i’m so glad my dog brightened your mood. <3 she just turned 4, so we baked her and her brother a cake! she didn’t like it too much, but her brother definitely did hehe. they’re… basically my children. n she loves you too. :]]]

but callie!! star wars is so good, i know you’ve probably gotten this a lot, but please watch it. i don’t blame you or judge you for not seeing any of em, in fact, i had only seen the sequels until two-ish years ago, when i watched all the films. but it’s such a great franchise, i’m rewatching the sequels now, deeeeefinitely not just for poe dameron. (though i do admit the thought of a poe fic from you has me excited-)

i think my favorite piece of star wars media is the mandalorian though. it’s a disney plus show, starring oscar’s space sister, pedro pascal. :] i won’t spoil anything, but i love it because it shows how it is to live as a normal person, and not a jedi, in the star wars universe. and speaking of disney plus shows, the new obi-wan show is great as well, but it’s a bit hard to understand what’s going on with no prior knowledge teehee. you can probably look up a timeline for yourself, to prevent confusion.

but enough about star wars! i took your advice to heart, n guess what? i started writing a moon knight fic! due to the anonymous nature of… well… all of this, it will probably be hard to tell which fic is the one i wrote. but! it will be a sfw fic abt marc and jake, angsty because i am angsty. if you ever do read it i hope you enjoy it, and thank you so much for inspiring me to write again. it’s been a while, but my beta reader seems very happy with it so far. <333

that’s about all i have to say. to be honest, writing these asks like little letters have been the highlight of my day recently. i hope today treated you well, callie. :]

- <3

hi amor 💕 sorry for taking almost a day to answer :((

omg that’s like me with imagine dragons! i’ve been listening to them for maybe eight years now?? all of their songs are fantastic and i would definitely recommend them to everyone. ugh i love that band sooo much but i haven’t seen them live yet which is so weird of me not to. idek why i haven’t gone to a concert literally nothings stopping me LOL

arghdjdj y’all got me super convinced to watch this franchise huh 😭 i literally have to plan this all out bc there are a lot of other oscar movies i wanna see on top of star wars haha! hopefully i’ll be able to watch two films a week or something. but be prepared for the non-stop gushing that will follow on this blog :))

awwwe amor, i’m so happy that you’re writing a moon knight fic 🥺💗 it really made me smile learning about this! i hope that i come across your fic once it’s out, but i’m pretty sure it’s going to be amazing! best of luck sweetie and if you need any help, i’m always here!

and yes!! honestly the reason why i take a while to answer my emoji anons is because i’m usually at work and when i reply to you darlings, i want to take my time to type out a thoughtful response (even if it usually turns out being a rambling mess at the end lmaoao). but every day i look forward to sitting down at home and reading all about how you guys are all doing :)

hope the week has been treating you kindly, amor! stay hydrated and lovely as always 💖

[amakumos]

the thing is i feel so stupid still going on about it bc … theres no update theres still nothing 😭😭😭

and p much all of my friends have gotten to the point where it’s like ‘he’s stupid !!! his loss !!! fuck him u deserve better ❗️’ like girl i even told one of the teachers who was on the trip that he’s still not replied and she was like ‘maybe it’s time to get over him’ 😭😭 so thats why i dont wanna go back ranting to my friends bc they’ll just be like ‘he wasn’t worth it anyway stop thinking abt him’ 🥲

and i know ‘getting over him’ sounds a bit silly bc there wasn’t much there to get over in the first place but ig i have been ‘getting over him’ in the sense that i’ve been feeling way better this past week than i was before and i’m not thinking abt him as much or checking his insta as much anymore (i still checked if he was in my recent story views tho and 🙃 he wasn’t ofc)

but idk yesterday randomly a wave of … idk what feeling but the FEELS just hit me yesterday and i was like dang :/ do i actually want him to reply or do i just miss being able to talk abt him and theorise about him to my friends 😭

bc at this point idek if i would even want a reply??? like i had to ask myself is it a crush or was it just a holiday fling (if u can even call it that bc barely anything happened 😭)

i can’t even answer that question bc yes i did find him attractive and charming in the few minutes i spoke to him and the maybe,,, six hours i saw him for?? so i barely know him enough to even crush on him but at the same time not just any guy would affect me this much if u get what im saying? like if i didnt have some sort of interest/feelings i wouldn’t be this bothered by it yk?

i just can’t afford to be stressed over a boy when i have exams coming up so if, by some miracle, he did reply… there’s a chance that reply comes during my exam season and idk how i’d even begin to deal with that 🥲 like as of right now it’s not too bad, i can concentrate on college just fine bc there’s nothing from him but if there WAS a response my brain would be absolutely frazzled 🫠

this was a lot longer than i anticipated i am so sorry but ty for letting me get this out 😭🫶🏼

i Literally understand EXACTLY how u feel rn bc i did not get one last chance to shoot my shot at lulu guy bc he wasn’t here today ☹️ and i feel like . when someone shows that they might be a little into you i think it’s normal that we overthink it quite a lot ?? i think you might just wanna get to know him a bit better because like you said nothing rlly happened ,, and maybe ure disappointed that u think that u don’t rlly have a chance to get to know him better ??? (at least that is me with the lulu guy .. and i still don’t know his name LMFAOOOO) but i think it’s normal to want a reply or wanna talk more if someone leaves a rlly strong and lasting impression on you !! and maybe u want a reply cuz u want some sort of closure cuz it all ended sort of abruptly??? i don’t know exactly everything abt it but if i met some guy and we were kinda talking and it all stopped out of the blue i would want some sort of response to tell me to not keep having false hope ?? i think that’s better than being ghosted tbh ,,, like i’ll be sad for a bit but then it’s easier to get over it bc ure not waiting for anything else to happen ?? and if there was a response from him tbh i would make him wait (considering how long he made you wait) but i feel like it’s probably best to not hold out hope (IM SORRY IF THATS UPSETTING) but if he replies then great! and if he doesn’t then that’s okay cuz it’s his loss anyways <3

[writerlyhabits]

Teach Me?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 5.5k

Summary: “Teach me how to dance?”

Ch 4 of the Neighbors Series | Masterlist | Ch. 3 | Ch. 5

Warnings: super super fluffy, also a dash of angst – gotta have a balance, mild cursing, Steve Rogers (whoops, baby spoiler, but it's a warning okay?), Bucky’s past, Bucky makes bad jokes, idiots in love, I think that’s it?

AN: I’m not sorry, I have too many feelings about dancing with bucky. I had to write this to kick things off, cause there’s a lot more dancing coming, so … buckle up. I don’t actually know how to swing dance, @deceiverofgodss and I just kinda made up something cute watching video after video, so I hope it at least makes sense 😂 If you’re curious about dance moves, these are some of the more complicated tricks I used. Enjoy! 💖

Playlists: Side A | Side B

“Bucky?”

“Hmm?�� He responded as he finished the paragraph in his book, settled in the armchair in the corner of your living room, a welcome presence while you tried to make progress on your assignment from work.

“Teach me how to dance?” Bucky’s eyes snapped up at you, finding you’d left your place on the couch, standing by your record player. There was a sense of nostalgia as echoes of different girls calling him to dance rang through his head.

“Yeah… I, wait,” he started, taking a second to actually process what you were asking him before he got carried away. “What kind of dancing? What do you mean?”

“Swing dancing?” You answered sheepishly, and he caught the album cover of the record you’d just put on, featuring a black and white photo of a young smiling couple dancing. “I’ve always wanted to learn… since you keep telling me about how you used to be a ladies’ man, I figured you danced pretty often?” You teased, and he just grinned at you. You weren’t wrong.

“Used to be?” He shot back at you playfully, even though you were absolutely right. He didn’t quite understand the dating game anymore, he’d already ruled that out before he’d gotten to know you. “You never learned to dance?”

“Not like that at least, people don’t really do it anymore,” you explained. “I mean, I could always pay for lessons, but I don’t wanna compete or anything I just… want to dance with someone.”

He shouldn’t have been surprised, but Bucky couldn’t understand why it had dissipated. He remembered how much fun it was, spinning girls around the dance floor, holding them up close to him. The energy that surged through his body when he moved to the lively music, and the warm feeling he’d get when they shot him those pretty smiles… There was no other feeling like it, and he missed it.

“Yeah doll, I’d love to teach you,” he smiled, his insides doing backflips at the thought. He hadn’t been dancing in… well, a long time. You were looking so softly at him, eyebrows raised in question, and he was about to remember all his moves real quick. “When do you want to start?”

“How about now?” He closed his book and chuckled at you.

“Don’t you have work you should be doing?” That earned him a groan as you gave a distasteful side-eye to your closed laptop on the couch.

“I’ve done enough work for today, I need a break.” He simply cocked his eyebrow at you. “I don’t need it done for another week Bucky, it’ll be fine,” you reasoned. With no good reason not to, he set his book to the side and stood from his chair to make his way to you, a silent smile of victory painted on your face.

“Alright, but we’re gonna need to make room first,” he started, propping his hands on his hips as he surveyed your small living room. The coffee table was offender number one, but the lamp in the corner wasn’t exactly in the clear.

“Make room?” You asked him, sounding so innocently confused. He looked back up to find your half-worried expression already looking at him, and he couldn’t help but smirk at you. You had no idea what you were getting into...

And just like that, with almost no effort at all, Bucky was wrapped around your finger.

-

You understood why it was called swing dancing now. After he’d taught you the basic steps, helping you find the rhythm of each song and matching your steps to his, he’d put on something a little faster and was properly swinging the both of you around the room, the sheer momentum in each movement allowing you to move more freely than you expected.

“What do you think? This what you wanted?” Bucky asked at the end of one song as you flopped down onto the couch to catch your breath. You just giggled uncontrollably, his body lighting up at the sound.

“This is so much more fun than I thought it would be,” you answered breathlessly, reaching for your drink. “Now I understand what they mean when they say ‘thrown’ around the room.”

“You want me to really throw you around?” His tone dropped ever so slightly at the question, just enough to send a fluttery feeling to the pit of your stomach. Bucky had one eyebrow raised as he stood before you, pushing up his sleeves before he rested them on his hips again. Good god, he was a sight.

“That wasn’t it?” you asked, exasperated. What else could he possibly have planned? What could possibly follow the chaotic dance you were already doing? Bucky was giving you such an amused look, you knew you were in for something wild.

“Oh peach, we’ve only just started.” You watched as he made his way to your record player to switch albums, opting for the underappreciated Benny Goodman vinyl from the depths of your collection, having found it so quick you wondered if he’d planned it. Another fast, lively song came through the speakers as he turned back to you. “C’mere.”

In half a second you were pulled back up into his arms again as he swung you around the floor.

“Okay, remember; it’s all about momentum and trust,” Bucky reminded, and you clung to his every word while he effortlessly guided you. “I gotta trust that you’re not gonna let go when I’m not ready for it. And you’ve gotta trust that I’ve got you, so there’s no hesitation, okay?”

“What happens if I hesitate?”

“Throws off our rhythm, and with all our momentum, we both go flying. But that won’t matter cause you’ve got me,” he explained reassuringly. You raised an eyebrow at him in question. “I’ll always catch you.”

“Promise?” you offered with a smile.

“Promise,” he answered, winking at you. “Do you trust me?” Your gut told you of course I do… your brain saw the sly smirk on his face, which meant he was up to something.

“Why? What are you doing?” He giggled.

“I gotta know, doll, do you trust me?”

Don’t hesitate… right?

“I do.” Bucky jumped into action, pulling you in just to swing you out to his side. You came spinning back into his chest, his arms wrapped around you as he held your hands.

The part you were not expecting was when he bent over and dropped you between his legs, sliding you out on the floor while he held you just above the ground, resting you on his forearm. You caught his amused expression as you looked up at him with wide eyes. You weren’t sure how, but his arms moved underneath you and sent you spinning. He’d let go of one of your hands, which went flying to his shoulder, and he used his free arm to hold you securely over the ground. Bucky hoisted you back up into the air and placed you on your feet in front of him, a wide grin on his face as he waited for your reaction.

“How was that?”

“Oh my god…” was all you could manage.

“Yeah?” Bucky chuckled.

“Do it again.” Bucky threw his head back as he let out a boisterous laugh, the sound filling the room as you laughed along with him.

-

“When was the last time you danced like this?” you asked during one of the slower songs. There was a good beat, not too fast, which made for good conversation in place of wild tricks.

“Oh god... You could say it’s been a few years,” he laughed, and your amused giggle floated through the air.

“You seem to remember it pretty well after a century,” you jabbed, and he made a scrunchy face at you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“It hasn’t been that long. I was deployed, not dead. Except that didn’t come too much later.” You smacked his chest at the joke, eyes wide in disbelief, and it made him laugh from his chest.

“James Barnes,” you exclaimed, sounding like a disappointed parent as you were trying so hard not to laugh and failing miserably. Your use of his full name sounded very similar to the echoes of his mother calling him the same thing when he was in trouble. “I can’t believe you joked about that, you’re awful.”

Instead of responding, he continued to laugh with you as he positioned his hand differently in yours, bringing it up above your head while his other hand gently pushed at your waist. He’d been teaching you how to follow his actions all night, and you were surprised by how well you seemed to pick up on the silent, subtle language of the dance, turning yourself in response to his touch to allow him to spin you. At the end of your second spin, Buck looped your arm around behind him, leaving your hand to rest on the shoulder furthest from you as he looked at you out of the corner of his eye. He stepped around you, prompting you to stay where you were as he slid himself to your other side, quickly turning his head to keep your gaze. He looked down at you so fondly, a soft smile sitting on his cheeks and heat rising to yours. The hand resting over yours on his shoulder was then interlocked with yours again, his other quick to find it spot at your waist again.

“You are picking it up like a charm, you wanna show me what you’ve got?” He asked as he adjusted his grip on you, moving as if he was going to swing you out in front of him. You just laughed at him.

“What I’ve got is what you’ve taught me, so no.”

“No no, hold on, I didn’t teach you how to find the rhythm, you did that,” he argued. “Come on doll, just feel it, relax and listen to what your body is telling you.” You made a face as you were about to rebuttal, but he didn’t give you a chance as he swung you out.

You didn’t know what to do with yourself at first, simply matching his steps as you continued your steps to the rhythm. But when his steps started to change and the rest of his body started to react without prompting you in that silent conversation in the dance, you tried your best to follow suit. Twisting your body a little more than necessary, leaning closer and farther away from him as the music dictated. Bucky’s body seemed to match yours, with no synchronization and no communication, his body worked with yours like it was second nature.

The more he left you to your own impulses, the more you explored your movements to the music, involving your whole body in the way the music made you feel. The bright smile on Bucky’s face prompted you to keep going, to do more, and it made you feel alive.

A faster song came through the speakers, and Bucky started prompting you a little more. Not to stop your movements, but to lead you in relation to him. Your hips kept swaying as he pulled you in closer to him, your steps moving perfectly together as they sped up, his hands holding you securely by your hips as you swung around the room. You looked up to meet his gaze to find him already smiling down at you, and you knew there was something going on in his head.

“What’s that look for?” you giggled. He thought for a second before he responded, as if he was trying to find the right words.

“When you were younger, did you ever swing yourself around on that set of bars at the jungle gym?” he asked, and you could hear his amusement.

“Yeah?”

“You remember how to do it?” You contemplated his question, lost on his intentions.

“I think so?” The grin that spread across his face made you nervous. “Why?”

“You're going over my shoulder, it'll be just like that.”

What.

“BUCK-” It happened in a blur. The hand on your hip moved to the small of your back, his other bringing your hand to rest up on his shoulder. He had you jump up, his arm reaching to catch you under your legs and hold you bridal style in his arms.

You didn’t stay there for long, your brain was moving faster than he was but not in the right direction. How in the hell were you supposed to get over his shoulder. His arm dropped out from under your legs as they swung around his body. Where would you go once you got to his shoulder? Your legs went around him, going across his back as he leaned forward. At the last second, you panicked, instinctively fighting the intense momentum your body seemed to be following; clenching your body, your legs coming in on the other side of his back.

You felt him react and knew you’d messed up. His body was quick to move in response to yours despite his balance being thrown off, starting to lean in the direction your body was headed. You felt his arm slip from your back, not being able to reach from the unexpected angle, and you clung onto his shoulders like your life depended on it. He turned his body so the hand that had been under your legs could reach out to bring you closer. You curled into him as he continued to turn, the momentum carrying him down to the ground, and you right along with him.

His back hit the floor with a thud, and he let out a breath at the contact. You looked up at him from your spot on his chest, trying to gauge whether he was alright or not. He smiled softly before he lifted his head to catch your gaze.

“I told you I’d always catch you.” Your worried expression softened at his sentiment, seeming no worse off for the fall.

“I knew I wasn’t ready for that,” you reasoned, trying to shift the conversation before you got flustered. You slid off of him to sit on the floor, offering him a hand so he could sit up beside you.

“Yes, you are.” You furrowed your brows at him to suggest otherwise, and he did the same thing in retaliation. “You hesitated.”

“You didn’t give me hardly any warning Bucky!”

“Cause I thought if I just did it, you wouldn’t get in your head and psych yourself out of it. I was wrong, cause you did it anyway,” he chuckled, and your shoulders fell as you looked down at your hands. You opened your mouth to try and come up with an excuse, but before you could think of anything you felt cool vibranium fingers under your chin, tilting your face to look at him again. “Doll, we’ve been dancing all day, and you’re picking it up like a dream. It’s like you’ve been doing it as long as I have.” His comment made you smile, your cheeks getting warm as he looked at you so intensely, so earnestly.

“I don’t know about all that, old man.”

“Alright, I’ll give you that one. I’ve got about 75 years on you, give or take.” You rolled your eyes at him, and you tried to ignore the way you missed his touch when he dropped his hand from your chin. He pushed himself off of the floor, walking over to your record player to restart the album, a different upbeat song filling the room. “But you have been doing really good.”

“That was super convincing,” you sassed from the floor, taking the outstretched hand that pulled you back up into his arms with ease, bringing you close to the scrunchy face he was making at you. Instead of following up with another comment, he simply began guiding you back into the quick beat, allowing you to find the rhythm again.

“Do you want me to tell you when you’re going over my shoulder? Or just do it?”

“We’re doing it again?” You asked, which brought a warm smile back to his face.

“Yeah, because you can,” he argued. You leaned your head back and groaned, his strong arms holding you in place. “You can throw a fit all you want, but I’m getting you over my shoulder by the end of the night.” You snapped back up and glared at him, hoping to intimidate him out of it. “You know that look doesn’t work on me.”

“You’re an ass,” you huffed back at him, but you couldn’t hide your amusement.

“Alright, I won’t tell you then.”

“No, wait- Bucky, I take it back.” He only chuckled at you while you pleaded.

“Begging won’t work either, I grew up having to hold back a twig who wanted to fight everything that looked at him. You can’t break me.” You made peace with your loss, hoping he would at least be merciful in his attempts to catch you off guard. In the meantime, you decided to pick at this new piece of Bucky trivia he’d given you.

“I’m guessing that ‘twig’ was a pre-Super-Soldier Steve Rogers?” He nodded slowly, pressing his lips together in a thin line. “Okay… I’ve pulled just about everything about your sister out of you, but I never asked about Steve. What’s he like?”

“A punk,” Bucky deadpanned with zero hesitation. When you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing he joined you, gracing your ears with the sound. “He… he was a good kid. Always fought for what was right, even if he was the only one fighting.”

“Sounds like Captain America,” you mused, dropping your voice to imitate the countless promotional videos you’d seen of the icon over the years. “How’d you guys meet? You were young, right? Or did the museum get that wrong too...”

“We did, I think I was thirteen?” He responded through the smile cocked off to the side. “I saw the school bullies all huddled together, and in the middle was this tiny blonde twig, holding his fists up like stood a chance. I had to jump in before he got himself killed, and ended up doing it for the rest of my life,” he chuckled.

“Like a big brother swooping in to save the day?”

“That’s what it felt like. He was like my little brother, always getting himself into trouble ... I either had to get him out of it, or got stuck in the middle right along with him,” he explained, giving you an insight on the dynamic of the two the rest of the world didn’t get to see. “That’s how I ended up in Nazi Germany.” You shot him a look.

“Alright, but you got in before that happened… so didn’t he technically follow you out there?”

“Yeah, he did. When I told him not to. He went and volunteered himself as a lab rat just so he could get out on the front lines,” Bucky answered with an angry expression and an exasperated tone as if Steve was in the room to hear his scolding, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. “Things changed once he did though… after he got the serum, it felt like he was always coming to my rescue.”

“Well, you did say he always fought for the right thing,” you replied after a few moments, trusting your words and doing your best to keep your composure. Bucky looked at you softly before his expression fell ever so slightly.

“People didn’t always agree with that.”

“Then it’s a good thing Steve didn’t listen to them,” you started earnestly, giving him a soft smile until you were sure your words and intentions had set in. You waited until you could see your words had started to quiet the doubts, the voices in his head telling him otherwise. “Otherwise I wouldn’t have your lap to rest my feet on,” you quipped, trying to lighten the mood, and you were met with Bucky’s deep belly laugh.

“Or get you Asian food, or teach you how to dance…”

“Exactly,” you whispered, half laughing along with him, always happy to do what you could to help him battle the demons in his past even if it was only for a moment. After a few moments of comfortable silence, you prompted the rest of the conversation as you continued to follow his movements. “You must miss him?”

“I do. But he got his happy ending, so…” Bucky shrugged, his answer catching you off guard. There was very little information on Steve’s passing, and you weren’t the kind to keep up with rumors or conspiracies about it. When it came to the Avengers and their affiliates, you preferred to just know, or make peace with what you didn’t. Until, of course, your neighbor was one of them.

“What do you mean?”

“He went back… to 1945.”

“He went… I’m sorry?” The steps he had been leading you through had fallen into the background, but with that bombshell, you couldn’t bring yourself to keep dancing. You came to a pause and stopped following his lead, taking a small step back to put some space between you, allowing him to catch up.

“Steve went to put the stones in their timelines, and instead of coming back, he… he went to go be with his girl, Peggy.”

“Peggy Carter?”

“Yeah? Why do you say it like that?”

“To be honest, I don’t know a damn thing about the woman, except that she was in the movie at the museum. She was married, she had a family. Did he just…” You couldn’t even finish your statement. Instead, you let out a huff of frustration at the implication.

“Are you alright, doll?” He asked gently, brows raised in concern as you seemed to boil over.

“No. No, I’m not. I- He left you, Buck!” Your hand flew to your face, shocked that those words had come out of your mouth with almost no delay from your brain to your tongue. “Shit, that was… that was harsh. I just- how could he do that?”

“He asked me. Before he left, he told me what he wanted to do. Told me how much he’d missed Peggy, and that he felt like it was his only chance. He asked me if I would be okay if he left.”

“Tell me you didn’t.”

“He figured it out, it couldn’t have been that much harder for me… I told him to go.”

“James-”

“What was I supposed to do, stop him? I can’t hold him back from that, I’d feel even more guilty than I already did,” Bucky argued, letting you into a little more of his thought process, more of his feelings on the whole ordeal. “I knew I could handle this on my own, that I’d be fine. I’ve made it through worse.”

“There’s no doubt that you can … but you shouldn’t have had to, Buck.” He was quiet for a moment, his brows furrowed softly in concern, and his lips in a slight pout as his eyes bounced between you and somewhere off to the distance just behind you. His eyes usually told you how he was feeling when he didn’t, and the complicated emotions that filled him made your heart hurt for him. You reached back out, gently placing your hand around his for some kind of comfort, allowing him to bring them together. His eyes stopped searching, meeting yours with the slightest hint of a smile on the corner of his lips. “I’m sorry, I know you want to forgive him, or at least try to see his side, but I just… I don’t understand.”

“Which part?”

“How could he sit by and let you go through everything without doing anything about it?”

“It doesn’t quite work like that, doll,” he answered just above a whisper. As you waited for him to elaborate, he took a step closer, slowly bringing you back in close to him, beginning to move your bodies to the music again. “It would have created a different timeline.”

“Then he was okay with living during a time when you were… I just don’t understand how he could live like that,” you explained, resting your head on his shoulder as you moved with him. You refrained from admitting that you couldn’t imagine living like that. That you would have been doing everything you could to get him out. Although you didn’t say it, Bucky knew what you were trying to say, and it sent a wave of warmth through his body. “You’re a giver, James. Every chance you get, you give. It’s incredible… Steve sounds like a taker.”

“He was a 90-pound asthmatic kid in the middle of Brooklyn. He had to take what he could get.”

“And that I get, but… I don’t know. Even after everything you went through, you kept giving. And it sounds like he just kept taking.” His breath hitched at your sweet sentiment, having to take a deep breath to keep himself composed. He wanted to ask you what made you come to that decision, what had made you see that part of him. But he felt like you still had more to say, giving you time to do so. “You can’t always take care of everyone else. You need someone to do the same for you sometimes.”

“You sound like my sister,” he teased, a soft laugh escaping him.

“Yeah, well, she’s right,” you started, bringing your head off of his shoulder to make eye contact again. “You need someone looking after you, because you’re trouble. But you also need someone looking out for you, for when you don’t do it yourself.”

“It’s a good thing I’ve got you then.”

“I’ll always be there to catch you,” you smiled, and his heart soared. He couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across his face when he heard you repeat his words back to him. You were ready.

True to his word, Bucky gave you no warning as he hoisted your legs up into his arms, but he took care to notice the nervous smile on your face that differed from the anxious expression you had earlier. He released your legs from his hold, swinging them around his back, and leaned forward to give you the momentum you needed. He could feel the difference in your body language, sensing how much you gave to him as you let go and allowed your body to do the work, your legs following through to slide over his shoulder and land right back in front of him.

The excited squeal you released once you’d realized what had happened caused his brows to shoot up, and you leaped up into his arms, your arms flying around his neck in a tight embrace. Purely on instinct, his arms wrapped around your middle, hugging you so tightly as he lifted your feet off the ground and spun you around, echoes of your combined laughter overpowering the music from your player.

The two of you came to a stop, and he set you back down on your feet, your hands sliding down to rest on his chest. “Oh god, I can’t believe I did that!” Bucky couldn’t stop his body as his hands flew to your face, bringing his forehead to rest on yours.

“I told you that you could,” he laughed, and it took a moment for him to realize where he was again. He opened his eyes to find you so close to him, your eyes closed and crinkled with joy as you smiled so softly at him. He took in every little detail that covered your face, every freckle, dimple, wrinkle, and imperfection… Looking at you so intimately, so closely made his chest feel tight, and his eyes traveled down to your lips. They looked so soft, slightly tinted with the sweet flavored chapstick you had offered him earlier. They were so close, so inviting, he could taste it if he moved just a few inches closer.

Instead, Bucky pulled himself out of his daze, opting to place his lips gently to the top of your head as he kept his hands on the side of your face, rubbing his thumb gently across your cheek. He could feel your smile grow in his hands and looked back down at you, trying to pretend his mind hadn’t gone anywhere else.

“You did great, doll.”

-

The afternoon had flown by, your small apartment illuminated only by the lamp Bucky had moved earlier, and the candles you’d lit in the kitchen. The sky was dark outside, the moon and twinkling city lights visible out your windows. The soft notes of Glenn Miller’s Serenade In Blue crackled through the speakers, providing one of the easiest lessons of the day; a slow dance. You already knew how to follow his lead, and it became second nature as you tucked yourself right up close to him, your head resting in the crook of his neck as he held your hand in one of his, and your waist in the other.

"I hope I wasn't a disaster today,” you offered quietly, and he titled his head down to acknowledge you. “You’ll have to give me some time, I'm not like all the other girls you danced with back then."

“You’re right, you’re not.” He paused to catch your gaze as you lifted your head up to look at him. “It was different. But it was nice,” he admitted.

He remembered how much he loved dancing, each girl was a new experience, and he went out dancing at almost every chance he could get. Maybe it was just from lack of practice, or how distant those memories felt sometimes… but dancing with you had made him feel so much lighter. It was so much better than he’d remembered it, and he loved how much you had enjoyed it.

“You picked it up like a dream. You did great, doll.” Bucky hadn’t even realized what his body was doing, bringing the hand in his up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on the back of your hand. Catching your slightly shocked expression was what brought him back to reality with a panic. He tried to laugh it off, hoping he didn’t sound too nervous or forced. “Sorry, I don’t know why I did that…”

“It’s fine,” you laughed along with him, his fears dissipating at your giggly response.

"Force of habit I guess,” he shrugged. You made a face at him.

"Force of habit? Did you used to do that a lot?" You interrogated, your grin wide and brows raised.

"I might have... I- hey, I liked pretty girls, okay?" He reasoned, hoping you wouldn’t look into this comment any more than anything else that had come out of his mouth today. He still liked pretty girls… especially the one in his arms.

"James Barnes, you dog. Kissing girls' hands like that, like it’s nothing. Such a womanizer." He scoffed in feigned offense at your accusations.

"How could you think so little of me?"

"What would your mother say?"

"My mother didn't know."

“That’s even worse,” you giggled, unsurprisingly. He’d noticed you taking a soft spot for stories about his mother, and he couldn’t deny that it had only made him want to tell you more. "I bet you broke all their hearts, didn’t you?"

"I tried to let 'em down easy."

"Oh, well that makes up for it then,” you teased. He continued to watch your expression, despite you dropping his gaze, opting to look over his shoulder out at the city lights that sparkled through the reflection in your eyes. "Is that what you do in your free time, when I’m not here for you to bother? Love em and leave em?" He scrunched up his face and shook his head in response.

"No, that was a different man. He’s… he might be long gone. You get the Bucky that takes long walks by himself and watches reruns of shows he’s never seen before."

"There's nothing wrong with that. You know, I think I probably like this Bucky better than I would've liked the ladies' man anyway."

"Oh yeah?" You hummed in agreement.

"I think I'd always feel like I was just ... another girl. It'd be kind of hard to get to know someone that way." Bucky nodded slowly, knowing exactly what you meant and feeling much the same way. He could only remember bits and pieces of the girls that littered his memories; the redhead who liked games at the fair, a blonde who took him stargazing, the girl with the coiled hair who had snuck him into her movie theater…

But he knew your go-to comfort food, he knew which pair of shoes you always convinced yourself were comfortable for the sake of looks, he knew your favorite kind of movie… he knew you.

"Don't worry, you're the only girl I'm dancing with now."

"Yeah? You're not gonna break my heart?" Another flash of that sweet smile as you continued to tease him, and he knew he was in trouble.

"Never."

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[moon3thereal]

Request for natasha x reader. So the avengers going on a road trip for some time off. 1 hour in Natasha is sleeping and you know she has a hard time falling asleep most times so you don’t want to wake her and nobody seems to bother that she is sleeping, after awhile she starts snoring softly that later turns into loud snores so the others starts to get really annoyed with her and really just wanna throw something at her. But you won’t allow them so when the others also try too sleep they can’t because she’s so loud. When you arrive where you were headed too you wake her and she’s feeling rested and good but everyone else is really grumpy and rude against her, even you feel a little grumpy Natasha is all like “I don’t snore” and then you just show her footage of her snoring incredibly loud and she is just really embarrassed. End in fluff:)

Title: Golden Holidays

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: suggestive comments, cursing

a/n: I wrote this in the middle of my writer's block so it may not be my best fic but I hope you guys enjoy! thank you for the request anon <33

P. S. My requests are open, however, don't forget to check out my request guidelines first before sending in an ask! Thank you <3

1k words

Being an Avenger wasn’t always glorious world saving and posing for magazine covers, it also entailed a not so appealing side of an enormous workload and an unbelievable amount of paperwork especially for you and Natasha since you were both S.H.I.E.L.D agents on top of being Avengers. In this rare occasion on which all of you had time off, all seven superheroes had agreed to take some time off work by going on a road trip. You’d laughed so hard, spilling coffee all over your shirt when Steve had first suggested a relaxing road trip. Keeping the seven superheroes in an enclosed space for 4 hours wasn’t a good idea unless you were asking for chaos and destruction then it’s the perfect solution.

Surprisingly, the avengers, including Natasha and Tony (after some persuasion) had agreed to going on a road trip to Chicago of all places. After you were done being astonished over the fact Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow, your girlfriend had agreed to be in a car with people she mildly tolerated for four hours, you hesitantly agreed, convincing yourself it would be a fun experience and that it wouldn’t be all that bad considering you did need to bond more if you were to keep the world alive alongside these individuals.

Packing a few clothes, extra for Natasha since you knew that the woman would never wear her own clothes and your closet was basically Natasha’s. Your shoulders tensed instinctively when you heard a tiny creak of the door, your hand prepared to find the comforting grip of the dagger you knew you’d find at the waistband of your jeans. Recognizing the pattern of the soft steps, you relaxed and turned around, giving your girlfriend a chaste kiss on the lips. Seeing her pout, you laughed and shook your head at her “should I brush up on my ability to sneak up on people more? Why do you always notice me?” she frowned

You raised an eyebrow in amusement “you’re not the only spy here Romanoff, plus I can recognize the pattern of your footsteps” you said lightly and she plopped herself on your shared bed dramatically and huffed in defeat. The redhead opened her mouth to say something and you silenced her with another kiss, propping yourself above her and whispered against her lips “I’ve already packed your things” you replied to her unasked question. Flipping you over, she flashed you her signature smirk “well I guess that gives us plenty of time to do some other things then” pressing her lips against yours, it was safe to say Natasha properly tired you out that night.

The next morning, all of you were piled into a truck, your cases at the back and Natasha and you bullied everyone else into letting you have the back seats all to yourself while Thor, Bruce and Clint took up the middle seats and Tony was in passenger seat while Steve drove. It started out pretty peaceful, quiet chattering to each other while iconic 80s music played in the background, you letting out occasional chuckles while focusing on your crocheting while Nat read a book

About an hour in, the chatter had subsided into a comfortable silence with quiet humming along to ABBA. Small snores from the sleeping redhead brought you back from your trance. You smiled at her and stroked her red locks lightly, pressing a soft kiss to the curve of her neck. It started off as light, cute snoring which you found adorable. But it had gotten progressively louder to the point you could see the team starting to get antsy and letting out huffs of frustration when their own sleep was disrupted by the snores of your girlfriend

After 20 minutes of Natasha’s snores filling up the silence, tony had groaned and turned back to you “will someone please throw something at her” he said, annoyance lacing his voice. “Hey shut up, let her sleep, use your super nano tech whatever earbuds” you said placing a hand protectively on Natasha’s thigh. They all rolled their eyes, but they still knew better than to wake the sleeping assassin, none of them wanting to invoke your wrath when there was nowhere to run.

The next 2 hours was all six of you trying to no avail to fall asleep and curses threw Natasha’s way which you silenced with a glare. Finally reaching the hotel you were going to be staying at, you woke Natasha, shaking her shoulders with a yawn. Even you were exhausted and slightly grouchy. Natasha gave you a loopy smile which you answered with a half-hearted one where the other avengers just threw her dirty glares for denying them their much needed rest.

In the elevator, Natasha was fawning over the paintings while the others watched her energy unbelievingly “Nat, not everyone is as energetic as you are, so if you could tone it down a little” Clint said tiredly. She looked at him indignantly, turning to you for support, you shook your head and mouthed “you’re on your own”

Once you were in your respective rooms, you were obviously sharing one with Natasha. She huffed as she dragged in the last bag “why was everyone being dickheads today” she said, an annoyed crease in her brow. You wordlessly held your phone up to her face, a video of her snoring playing on your screen “you’ve been at it for like 3 hours” you said eyebrows raised

Natasha’s cheeks flushed red as she tried to act nonchalant “I don’t snore” you flopped onto the comfortable hotel bed, already half asleep and nodded “sure babe” she shook off her embarrassment and crawled in bed next to you “you want to break this bed in?” she asked in a teasing tone. You turned to face her, incredulity displayed on every feature of your face “you have the audacity to ask for sex now??”

“baby I was joking!”

“yeah you better fucking be-”

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[steinfellds]

Can I request a Natasha x reader with a reader who has a cold and also a loss of appetite? I’ve been sick for about 3 days now and I feeling like twinning with Y/n lol

Stuffy Nose

Pairing: Natasha x gn!Reader

484 words

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Your eyes shot open as you heard your girlfriend walk into the room.

You were under 3 blankets and had a bunch of pillows on top of you so you could become warmer, though you were still freezing.

Natasha frowned and she walked over to you, "You feeling alright, love?" She asked, moving a pillow so she could put her hand on your forehead.

You mumbled something and turned away, wanting to sleep.

Natasha looked around the room and noticed the clothes you were planning to wear today were still in the closest, untouched.

Natasha turned back to you, "Y/n, baby. Have you eaten today?"

You shook your head and turned over to look at Natasha, "No, my head hurts whenever I eat and I feel all ew."

Natasha brushed some hair from your sweaty forehead, "I'm sorry I left you to be sick for the whole day." Natasha had woken up at 6am to train with Wanda and Sam, she had only gotten back at 5pm.

You hummed, "It's okay, Natty."

Natasha smiled and kissed your forehead, "You need to eat though, Y/n."

You whined and turned away from her again, "No."

Natasha sighed and stood up for the bed, causing you to spin around and grab onto her wrist, pulling her on top of you.

Natasha left out a grunt and you wrapped your arms around her, smiling at your small victory.

Natasha smiled and looked at you, "No, No, Y/n. You need to eat."

You shook your head and tightened your grip around her, "But I just got you back." You pouted.

Natasha chuckled and turned her body around so she could cradle you in her arms.

She pouted back at you, "But you gotta eat, baby."

You sighed dramatically and buried your head in the crack of her neck, "Will you come back?"

Natasha smiled and kissed the top of your head, "Of course, bub, I'd never leave you."

You smiled, happy with her answer, and let her get up.

Natasha giggled, "What do you wanna eat?"

You thought for a moment, "Mango?"

Natasha nodded and went downstairs to get you food.

After what felt like forever she returned.

Natasha had a medicine pill, water and mango in her hand. She passed the pill over to you and encouraged you to drink it, which you did after she threatened to eat all your mango.

You grinned when she passed you the mango and quickly ate it.

You pulled the covers back and patted the bed, inviting her in.

Natasha wiped your hands clean with a wet cloth and slipped into the bed.

You smiled and placed your head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat while she raked her fingers through your hair.

You sighed out with a smile, "I love you."

Natasha grinned down at you and kissed your head, "I love you, too."

[parkers-gal]

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(not my gif)

just a nice, first makeout session with our best boy, peter :)

wc: 2.6k <3

A study session for decathlon turned into six teenagers playing a ridiculous game of confessions. You’d started off strong, going through notes and flashcards and books for the upcoming meet, but after a good hour and a half, MJ had nudged all academic-related supplies out of the way, shoving them to join the floor with the living room rug.

After Peter had gone into the kitchen to get some sodas, Flash had decided on playing truth or dare. When he nearly broke Peter’s front door, Betty had suggested just making it “truth or truth.”

“That’s not even a thing.” MJ plays with the neck of the soda bottle, fingers moving around it sensually.

“It is too!” Betty defends her suggestion. “The girls play it all the time during gym.”

“Is that what you’re always doing?” Ned’s shameless with his question. Betty nods, turning to you and Peter for approval. Peter shrugs, unknowing of his answer, and you nod meekly.

After a measly confession of old crushes and cheated tests, the topic of Flash and his many girlfriends comes up, which lead to deeply over-personal confessions about his sex life. MJ snortled at the heteronormativity, sharing her experiences with a girl from his party a few months ago.

“A real question for the guys, though.” Betty doesn’t falter with her follow up questions. “What’s your favorite thing to do to a girl?”

“During.. It? Like- like it-it?” Peter wheezes out his question, nervousness rushing through him.

“Not necessarily. I mean, just during a makeout session or something.”

Flash hums in thought, and when Ned does the same thing, Peter rolls his eyes.

“You’re not actually going to answer that, are you?”

“Damn right I am.” Flash surprises Peter, and though he’s red in embarrassment, Peter rolls his eyes again with a mumbled “whatever.”

“I’d say… maybe just neck kisses. Boobs are great too, though.” Flash concludes his confession with a proud smirk, and Betty buzzes at the response.

“Boobs are great, though.” MJ agrees with him absentmindedly. “I love me some neck kisses, though.”

You look away from the group, catching Peter’s eyes for only a moment before you look the other way again. MJ catches the entire encounter, turning the conversation to you.

“Y/N/N,” She nods her head at you. “Neck kisses or regular kisses?”

“I’ve never gotten neck kisses before,” You hide the disappointment in your voice as best you can. “So I really have nothing to compare regular kisses to. Any kisses are great, though.”

Flash’s brows furrow, and before MJ can stop him, he asks a follow up question. “Aren’t you like… dating Parker?” He motions toward the wall-crawler sitting beside you, and MJ physically slaps her forehead.

“Shut up, dingbat.”

His eyes widen. “You two haven’t even made out yet?!”

“Shut up, Flash!” Betty tries to whisper-yell it while slapping his leg. The boy holds his hands up defensively, shrugging his shoulders.

“Just seems a little weird, especially when Peter’s a little horny ball of excitement.”

“Excuse me?” Peter gasps dramatically. “I am not a ball of horniness.” Flash tilts his head, eyebrow raising while he sends him a side eye. Peter huffs. “I’m not! MJ, back me up here!”

“No can do, Parker.” She shrugs, and Flash yells out a loud “HA!”

“Whatever.” Peter replies, face burning with a bright blush. You chuckle, grabbing his hand to play with his fingers.

When the game goes on, you get up to grab a few snacks from the kitchen, and MJ follows you into the room, jumping at the opportunity to question you about earlier. Neither of you notice Peter, who’s listening from a crevice with empty soda bottles in his hands.

“You’ve never even made out with him? Don’t you want to?”

You feel yourself burning up at the intensity of the questions. “Of course I do! We just haven’t… I don’t know? It’ll happen, I guess. I’m staying the night so maybe something’ll happen later.”

She nods along, and the two of you continue conversing about other things. Peter’s face is as hot as the sun, and though he tries to contain it, he can’t do anything but allow himself to blush.

When two minutes go by, he turns the corner and enters the kitchen, setting the empty bottles in the recycling bin.

“Hey, babe, MJ.” He sends each of you a nod before directing his attention to you. “Are you cool if we… pack up a little early today? I’m exhausted.”

You nod understandingly, getting ready to clean up and put everything away. When Peter leaves the room, MJ finally lets out an exasperated breath.

“Y/N!”

“What?!” You turn to her, slightly frightened.

“He totally heard us!”

“What?”

“He wants us to leave early! What do you think he’s going to do when he gets you alone, hm?” She raises her brows, and you roll your eyes.

“He said he was tired.”

“No, he said he wanted everyone to leave because he’s tired.”

“And the difference is?” You shut the sink off, scrubbing a glass and rinsing it before handing it to MJ for drying.

“He may be tired of us, but he won’t be tired of you.”

“That’s a stretch.”

“Sure it is.” She sets the final plate into the cupboard before drying her hands. You do the same, grabbing a paper towel before standing upright, eyes on MJ. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You nod, leaning in for a hug. It lasts momentarily, and then she’s leaving the kitchen. You wave goodbye as Betty and Ned leave through the front door, hands intertwined. You send Flash your last smile while he takes a bag of doritos with him.

MJ is deep into conversation with Peter, and you don’t think anything of it while you put the food away.

“Did you only kick us out because you want to make out with Y/N?”

“Wh-what? No!” He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, assuring her otherwise. She sends him a look, and he huffs, giving in. “Fine, yes I did. But she doesn’t know, right?” MJ smirks, shaking her head. “Not a clue.”

Peter lets out a cute “phew,” and MJ rolls her eyes one final time before grabbing her coat.

“Don’t be too much of a horny ball, though.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.”

As the front door finally closes, Peter joins you in the kitchen. You’re cleaning the counter, and when he wraps his arms around you from behind, you hum in approval. He’s warm, and you melt into him.

“Hey there.”

“Hi.” He’s mumbling into your back with a soft smile.

“Whaddya wanna do now?”

You turn around in his grasp, hugging him back while you peer up into his eyes. He nibbles on his lip nervously, not sure how to respond to your question with the answer he’s thinking of.

“Hello?” You giggle, waving a hand up. “I said what do you want to…” It’s only then that you realize how close his face is to yours, lips mere inches away. You glance down at them for a moment, something Peter takes note of. “Do?” You finish your sentence with a shaky exhale. You’re grateful you brushed your teeth after eating. Peter’s glad he did, too.

“I want you to…” He plays with a strand of your hair, twirling it softly. You hear him swallow thickly, and it makes you do the same. “To teach me how to… make out.”

Your eyes widen, and you bite your bottom lip to suppress any smiles and sheepish smirks. “Yeah? What makes you think I’m a good teacher for that?”

It’s his turn to bite his lip, but he doesn’t do a very good job at not smiling, because his smirking face is centimeters away from yours.

“Just my gut feeling.”

You blink, eyes darting around the room. You realize you’re still in the kitchen, a place entirely unfit for the occasion. “Bedroom?”

His eyes widen at the sudden suggestion, and you’re quick to roll your eyes. “Keep it in your pants, Parker. You know what I meant.”

He smiles sheepishly again, scratching his neck while he nods. He offers you a hand, and when you intertwine your fingers, he’s smiling again, pulling you quickly into the safety of his room.

Eventually, the two of you get ready to sleep before sitting across from each other on the mattress. Peter is nervously fiddling with his fingers, tugging on the ends of his navy blue Midtown High hoodie. You’re seated calmly across from him, but inside you’re burning up out of anxiousness for what’s about to come. You have no idea what you’re going to do or say, but you have a few ideas in mind.

“What… what’s first?”

“Your hands.” You point to them as if he doesn’t know they’re his own. You swallow before continuing. “You can put them… in my hair,” You demonstrate, hands guiding him. “Holding my face,” You nuzzle into his grasp,“On my waist,” they move again, “My hips. My back.” his fingers run along your spine, the action causing goosebumps to rise.

“And what about…” Peter swallows again, tongue darting out to lick his lips, wetting them. “What about my lips?”

You scoot closer to him. “Against mine,” You whisper it with how close you are to the brunette. He breathes in, holding his breath while biting his lip again. His hands stay on your waist. “And then… and then you can move to my jaw, and my neck, and my collarbones. And you can… you can kiss and…” With the proximity between you and Peter, you’re holding your breath. He’s waiting for you to finish so he can start the hands-on part, but he takes the opportunity to speak instead.

“And… and hickeys? Am I allowed to mark you like that?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay.” His words are soft and gentle, but the context of them makes you hot with anticipation. His next words capture your breath. “Can I kiss you?”

“Mhm.”

When his lips first make contact with yours, it’s awkward and tense. You can feel the nervousness oozing out of the both of you, but after a few moments and some scarce giggling, you loosen up. Peter gets comfortable too — hands reaching out for your skin while your lips move feverishly. He’s growing restless, and after a few moments, he pulls you closer, only breaking apart momentarily to bring you onto his lap. With his super strength, the task seems simple and easy, but you laugh nonetheless.

His fingers are calloused when compared to your soft and supple skin. They’re rough yet tender, touching you gently but needily. His hair is arranged messily, curls strewn about while your fingers distractedly tug and twist the strands. Peter emits small noises, huffs and gruffs, and you exhale shakily, out of breath.

He sends you a messy grin, face flushed and hair jumbled. Within seconds, his lips are back on yours. He leans in hesitantly, almost as if he’s asking for permission, and when you nod, he smiles against your lips, filling the gap.

You adjust as your lips continue their love fest, and suddenly, you’re straddling him. His hands are low on your back, fingers moving delicately. When your fingers move to his hair, pulling and tugging, his lips move away from yours and down to your neck and jawline. He moans against you, the vibrations sending tingles through your spine and core.

“Who taught Peter Parker how to kiss so well?” You suck in a breath as his lips find your sweet spot for the first time. You feel his lips curve into a smile, shy yet cheeky, and he chuckles.

“You.”

You exhale shakily, head tilted up while you smile. “Was it me who corrupted the innocent Peter Parker?”

He hums, lips detaching from your neck to peer at you. You exhale again, eyes connecting with his. He grins again, and your face flushes as you realize his hair is an absolute mess.

“You gave me so many reasons to switch.” He breathes out his words, slurring them together while his lips urge to connect with your skin again. They find your sweet spot easily, as if it’s second nature, and they suck a hickey into your skin. His tongue peaks out from his mouth, licking over the freshly nipped skin. You suck in another breath, unprepared and unexpected for the feeling of it.

Eventually, his lips move away from your special spot. They trail further down your neck, sucking in hickeys and nipping and kissing the skin. Your fingers move from his hair to his shoulders, gripping him with every kiss. Your eyes are closed in bliss, and when Peter looks up for a moment, he smirks to himself, admiring your state of bliss.

“Reasons to switch to what?” He hums against you, pulling away again. “Maybe not to switch but... just to unleash the beast.”

You giggle, eyebrows raising slightly. “Is that so?”

“Mhm.”

“And… this so-called ‘beast’... what makes him so beastly?”

Peter bites on his bottom lip, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by you. You don’t mention anything, though, merely sucking in a breath and waiting for his response.

“He’s… dirtier.” “Dirtier?” You giggle again. “You sound like a schoolgirl.” “It’s true!” He huffs. “He’s dirtier and kinkier and sexier.”

“Is that so?”

“I seem to think you believed that, too.” His lips hover over a spot on your neck, breath warm as he exhales against you. You know what he’s doing, and as you exhale shakily, you nod your head.

“We’ll see about this beast of yours.”

He hums again, lips continuing their journey against your skin. He’s warm and encapsulating against you, lips wet and slick. You lick your lips, head tilting downwards after a few moments. Peter peers up again, hand moving up your spine sensually. You inhale again, biting your bottom lip while you connect your lips again. He kisses back immediately, grinning against you.

The two of you get lost in the kiss, and his hands move low on your back again. Yours take home on his chest, fingers toying with the strings of his hoodie. He’s snug, sitting right under your touch, and you long to feel his skin. You huff, tugging at the hem of his sweatshirt. He grins again, pulling it off and throwing it mindlessly to a corner of his room.

“Don’t get fussy on me.” You can hear the grin on his face. His biceps come into your view, and your fingers immediately wrap around them, squeezing sensually. It’s Peter’s turn to suck in a breath, taken aback.

Your plush lips find his neck for the first time, and suddenly the roles have reversed. You’re hesitant at first, lips discovering his golden skin, testing the waters. When you come across a particular spot that makes him gasp, you smirk and suck a hickey into the skin. You’ve found his sweet spot, and now you’re endlessly nibbling its skin.

A few moments go by and eventually your lips move on, tongue darting out to lick at the spots you’ve sucked purple marks into. Peter’s holding his breath as you do so, flustered and breathless. You smirk again.

“Doesn’t seem very beastly to me.”

He huffs, peering at you whilst you chuckle. “He’s in there.”

“You’re gonna make me find him?”

Peter shrugs from within your grasp, and the two of you burst out into laughter.

“Still wanna find the beast?” Peter’s hopeful after a few moments of separation from your lips. You roll your eyes but nod anyways.

“‘M not gonna stop until I find him.” You mumble your words against his lips, eyes darting back and forth between his eyes and his mouth. He tongue plays with his sharpest tooth, and then his lips are back against yours again.

“Then start searching.”

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Rectify: Part 3

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

As requested by anonymous: It would be awesome if you could make a tfatws Bucky fic or series where the reader is on the list for his making amends because the winter soldier did something to her or someone she loves, and once he gets close to her in some way he ends up falling for her and it’s really angsty but a happy ending !!

A/N: FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER SPOILERS AHEAD!!! also, NO TAGLIST WILL BE AVAILBLE.

A/N2: this is a little hard. there's some violence, angst, and bucky has an anxiety attack.

Part 1 Part 2

"P-Please! We don't have them! We destroyed them!" the man suffering under the Soldier's hold rasped out. The man's own hands trying to rip the metal arm off his neck. The Soldier turned the man around, putting him in a chokehold. The man stared into the frightened, weeping wife. There was a snap and the man fell limp.

The woman across the room cried harder as the Soldier marched over to her. She looked up into his emotionless eyes, "Why are you doing? We don't have anything any more! Just tell them we don't have them!"

The Soldier pulled out his silencer and stared deep into the woman's eyes. He pointed the gun at her and spoke clearly, "Hail Hydra." he pulled the trigger and the women fell onto the floor, a splatter of blood smearing down the wall. He pocketed his gun and took another look at the woman, but her face changed.

It was you.

Bucky gasped as he shot up from his place on the floor. It was still dark, but the tv illuminated the room. Bucky was panting, a sheen of sweat covering his care torso.

He ran his vibranium arm through his cropped hair, trying to catch his breath. He swiped up his phone from the floor and mindlessly dialed your number. It rang a few seconds before you answered with a rasped voice, "Bucky?"

He mentally cursed, not even thinking about how you'd be asleep right now.

"Bucky? Is everything okay?"

He gulped and rasped out, "Yeah. Sorry I woke you."

"Was it a nightmare?"

It had been three months since you first met and started talking. Bucky had told you once that he still gets plagued with nightmares, recollections of his time...contracting. He told you that he goes to therapy, but he doesn't think it helps him that much.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" your voice a little bit more clear now.

Yes. "No, it's okay. I'll let you go back to sleep." I'm sorry. It's my fault. I killed your parents. It's my fault.

"Are you sure?"

No. "I'm sure. I'll talk to you later, Y/N."

"Okay, Bucky. Remember that I'm here for you and I care about you okay?"

You shouldn't. "Okay."

"Good night."

"Night." he ends the call and let's his hands fall from his hand and clatter onto the wooden floor.

Bucky started feeling this heaviness in his chest, it was starting to become hard to breath. His tears started to water and he let out a whimper.

He's messed up so much. In the past months he's gotten to know you, become your friend, it made it increasingly hard to tell you the truth. He couldn't stop himself from being drawn to you. You weren't just a name on a list. He couldn't believe he tried to resort you to something so simple when you were anything but. But because of that, he's now put into a difficult situation and no matter what, someone's going to end up getting hurt.

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Bucky's been distant and you're not sure why. For the past two weeks you've hardly seen him or heard from him. You're curious if something happen, but, because you're such a caring person, you left him messages letting him know that you hope he's doing okay and that you're there for him.

It's after two weeks of silence that you see him again.

He approaches you at the cemetery Sunday afternoon when you're seeing your parents.

He's wearing the black leather jacket that you see him wear often. He wears a hoodie underneath it, and the hood is drawn up. Despite the gorgeous weather out, he looks like he has his own personal rain cloud looming over him.

You shoot up and meet him halfway, arms wrapping around him in a tight hug, "Bucky! Oh my gosh! It's so good to see you! I was so worried!"

You pull back to look at him and he looks so solemn, "Bucky," you breath out his name, "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry for disappearing like that. I've-I've just been having a rough few weeks."

"It's okay, Bucky. I understand. Given the things you've gone through, it's understandable that you might go through these things." you put your hand on his arm and squeeze, "But it's okay. You're here now." you then slip your hand into his and pull him towards your parents' plot, "C'mon. Sit with me."

You feel Bucky hesitate and you shoot him a warm smile, "It's okay."

Alarms are going off in Bucky's head as he follows you to your set up.

You should tell her now! You can't keep prolonging it! You just have to accept the consequences of your actions! His and yours!

But he doesn't listen.

No. Not today. I'll tell her. I promise. Just....let me have this with her. One last time.

So that's what he does. He doesn't talk much, letting you do all the talking. You update him on the things that he missed during his two week hiatus. He'd occasionally ask questions for clarity, but other than that he just sat there relishing in your presence and the joy you radiate.

He munches on the snacks you share with him, giving you nods of understanding and gratefulness. There's a moment, after you've both eaten all of the food that a silence washes over you two. It's not an awkward one. It's light and comfortable. For a moment, Bucky feels one hundred percent at peace. The sun is shining. The birds are chirping. There's a slight breeze that cancels out the heat the sun provides.

He's looking up at the sky and smiles.

He freezes when he feels warmth press to his cheek. It's not the sun, no. It's your lips. But is there a difference?

He gulps and looks at you when you pull away. You suddenly look really shy, looking down and avoiding his gaze, "Sorry. I don't-I shouldn't have done that."

Just let me have this moment....before I ruin it all.

"Y/N?" Bucky calls out your name and you look up. He suddenly leans over and cups your face with his hands and his lips are on yours. You're shocked for about a second, but then you fall into the kiss. You grip the lapels of Bucky's jacket and you pull him closer. You two end up falling, you backwards and him forwards.

"Oomf!" you say against his lips and he pulls away with a chuckle, "Sorry," he replies in a low murmur.

You softly smile up at him as his face hovers over yours, "It's okay." You two stay in the position, eyes wandering over each other's face, until you speak up again, "I really like you, Bucky."

Then the air changes.

His eyes harden and he climbs off of you and onto your feet, "I'm sorry."

You clamber into a stand, confusion written all over your face, "Wait, Bucky. I'm sor-"

"I have to go." he stuffs his hands into pockets and he's walking away, leaving you alone, too shocked to comprehend what exactly just happened.